Mino was half-kneeling beside the crude wooden bed, her slender frame bent awkwardly as her head disappeared beneath it. From the way her shoulders were shifting, she was clearly rummaging for something. The faint creaking of the bed mixed with the dull thuds of her movements.
At that exact moment, Luciel pushed open the shed door, balancing two wooden buckets of water in his hands. The smell of smoke and damp earth filled the small, dimly lit room. When his eyes landed on the sight before him—the girl's rear sticking out while her head was buried under the bed—he couldn't help but frown in confusion.
"What on earth are you doing down there?" he asked, his tone half amused, half concerned.
"Ah—!"
Startled, Mino's head jerked upward with a thud.
Bang!
Her forehead slammed squarely against the wooden bed frame. The sound echoed through the shed.
