Kitty woke up in a clean, soft bedroom, wearing nothing.She didn't take anything over from the bar, or, her old life. The one room key and the cloth on her were everything that she had when she checked in the hotel last night.But being a luxurious hotel with sky-high price, which, she only got to knew after she walked in the lobby, it had almost everything she needed. All she did before she went to bed was taking a long, hot bubble bath in the huge bathtub.Her woolly blue hair fell on her tiny body right to the waist. She sat up in the bed, hugging the soft, fluffy beddings close to her chest and shook her head, giggling because the ticklish feeling on her waist caused by her hair.It was a great, sunny morning, nothing to complain about.So many things had happened in the past week that waking up in a room with a 61th floor view over the city was like a dream to her. Kitty covered herself with a bath towel and got off bed to sit by the French window -- the southeast corner of the

Kitty was starving when she woke up the next day. She waited in the bed, and then on the floor, in front of the French window and in the end, she was pacing back and forth in her room, for that breakfast, the one meal that was promised in her day now.The knock on the door came through. Kitty jumped towards the door but she didn't open it. She was listening and waiting for the owner of the footstep to leave. Everything was the same except the fruit. It was pineapple today.She took the plate back to her room and sit by the window, eating every bit of food on there. But she didn't leave right away af

The standard procedure of the rest was easy. Kitty got her uniform, nametag and a stuff card -- as in, her food stamp for all she could have so long as she works here -- for only a simple form.She spent the next few days living in the cloud. She had all day to herself, and a few hours working at night -- from 9pm to 1pm -- learning about bartending at a open-air rooftop bar with a great city view. She barely even stepped out of the hotel, not only because she didn't have much to throw away, but because she didn't have to.All she needed to do now was waiting for her 18th birthday -- which was only

Kitty sat in the chair nervously while Erebus taking sips of her Winter Night in a casual and relaxing way, as if it was a romantic date and he was just appreciating a good drink. He said he wanted her help, but all he talked about was all kinds of random topic BUT his "urgent problem"."I probably should go back to work." Kitty took the plate, "Let me know how I can help you, okay?""It's okay, the owner is aware of this already. He's fine with you lending me a helping hand." Erebus just gently pressed the plate, hinting her to sit down again."What-- when?!" Kitty suddenly felt like she just stepped in another trap."Well, it's only right that I asked for permission before I ask for your help, right? I won't want to get you into trouble." The sly fox didn't seem at all sorry, but as if his asking the owner for her time before he even talked to her was a matter of course.Kitty squinted her eyes at him and yelled at herself in her mind: How could you keep forgetting he's just a smooth

"Wh--what?!" Kitty couldn't believe her ears.Just when she was finally accepting the fact that her mom was a witch all along, and she might be a part of the magic world, she was once again, thrown out of it. Just like how her whole life had been:losing everything."I..." Kitty opened her mouth, but couldn't find any words. She didn't know she wanted a witch life that much. Now her expedition was over, and she was sad it never got a chance to exist.