Maxwell Peary, his face flushed, went to the bathroom door, nervously holding something in his hand.
He knocked on the door.
"Nia Mitchell, I've got your stuff."
Hearing his voice, Nia immediately flushed the toilet and came to the door.
She opened the door a crack and extended her soft, white hand.
Maxwell placed the item in Nia's hand. The metallic scent of blood from the bathroom filled his nostrils.
「Five minutes later.」
Nia opened the bathroom door and stepped out in her nightgown.
Seeing Maxwell sitting on the bed, her face flushed.
"Uncle, haven't you slept yet?" she asked awkwardly, trying to find a topic of conversation.
"Mm."
Clearly, Maxwell had no intention of saying much. He saw her come over and, noticing nothing particularly amiss, pulled back the covers on the bed beside him, gesturing for her to get in.
Nia looked up and immediately climbed into bed. Her hands and feet were already ice-cold from spending so long in the bathroom.
HISS.
