Hmm...
I closed my eyes, pondering.
'Did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?'
Spark. Spark.
Even though the sparking sounds I heard weren't real, I couldn't help but imagine them.
After I finished beating some people up, I retreated to my room, and Quincy and Sylvia followed me.
And they weren't exactly friendly with each other.
Quincy, who was usually innocent, seemed to have a problem with Sylvia.
And Sylvia also had a problem with Quincy.
'Speaking of Sylvia.'
She had wanted to tell me something at the elevator door but quickly withdrew her words.
I hated when someone started a conversation and didn't finish it, but seeing the expression she made afterward, I didn't press.
The two girls stood in front of my bed, which was at the center of the room, the headboard against the wall.
They just glared at each other as if they were about to fight.
I sighed. "What are you two doing?"
Quincy blinked. "I was just speaking with a classmate, Al."
"Al?"
