Rina

The rumbling of my stomach stole my attention yet again. For what appeared to be the zillionth time.

The time on the clock read twelve after five. It'd been nine hours since I last ate. I hadn't had the chance to visit the cafeteria for obvious reasons. In hindsight, I scolded myself for being a complete moron. It was possible that Piccolo Maestro hadn't been there, since he sometimes went to fancy restaurants outside of Santigo with his friends. But no, my dumb self hadn't considered that. Fear had clouded my reasoning, such that I kept a fast for what was likely to be nothing.

I forced my gaze back to the textbook. Doing this proved difficult because not only had the rumbling persisted, but also, a searing headache had hit me. I gave up and left the library. Grabbing my back from the stowing room, I skipped off, practically jogging to the bus station.

I'd never been this hungry to the extent of not checking if Piccolo master's car was in the garage. Which happened to be my ritua