I can't help but laugh. I tried to collect myself and hold my laughter, but I just couldn't! Right in front of me is Kieffer. I mean, Francis. He is just... covered with mud. From head to toe. What happened to him??? He looks just like a... grasshopper that jumps in a muddy puddle. Pffft. I looked at him, and he was glaring at me. I raised my right hand and made a peace sign. Wait.. What am I doing? Ever since... I fell unconscious. I can say that my body feels lighter than before. Just like... a yacht finally letting go of its anchor and setting sail in the sea. Ahhhh, I love what I'm feeling right now. Francis finished wiping his face using the towel given to the staff earlier. I just continued eating my meal—okay, fine, I faked eating. Fine? I can't focus on eating while someone is in that state, right? I wonder why he looks like that. The staff from earlier came back hurriedly, saying, "The bath is ready. This way, sir." I sipped my coffee and tried to avoid his gaze,

"Who's that?" I asked as I stood up from my seat. Again, I heard the old man chuckle. Huh? What is funny about that? "Youngsters nowadays are really such scaredy cats. Don't worry, it is not something dangerous. It's my pet." A small cat came out from the bushes. So it is. a cat. I feel at ease knowing that it isn't something horrifying. That aside, when will the old man continue his story? Er, wait, I haven't asked what his name is yet! "Um, grandpa—" I was cut off in what I was saying when I realized that the old man was gone. He was just right here a moment ago; where is he? I looked around, but I still can't find him. "What a mysterious person!" I mumbled. I went inside and saw the others. Seki, Teri, and Ryuu. They are sitting on the hanging bench in the lobby. "Eyy," they called me. I was still in my dress, and yes, I still feel so cold. I would want to borrow any jacket or clothing they have, but, to my luck, they don't have any. Ahhh, I want to go back to the tent to ch

"Man, that is so ridiculous. Why did she sleep on the shore? And with that kind of dress? It would be a miracle if she didn't get the flu or what." Letting out his thoughts, Railey was scolded by Terrieza. "Can you just shut up that mouth of yours?" She is confused. Thoughts are wandering in her mind. Gazing in the air, Railey can't help but notice. She is sad. That's what she feels. Trying to lessen Terrieza's worries, he wanted to say something. But with his mouth slightly open, he closed it immediately. 'No, I think she doesn't need my cheer. Knowing Terrieza, I know she can handle it.' That is what he thought. The staff knocked at the door. "Please be ready; in 5 minutes we will start." She then leaves in a rush. The make-up artists made their way to Terrieza and the others. Adding some finishing touches, Terrieza stands up. Like a diamond receiving its final retouching, she walks, catching the attention of everyone who sees her. It's not new for Terrieza since her life is

A knock on the door was heard. A girl entered while holding a basket of strawberries and other fruits. My parents aren't here, and my mom is busy getting stuff I can use during my stay here in the hospital. While my dad , he said he had a business meeting he should attend, "Hi," she greeted me. "Who are you?" I asked. "Patrish Raven Hinsen, I'm your cousin." She lowers her gaze and sighs. I opened my phone and looked at the gallery. My mom created a gallery containing pictures of those who are to be trusted; of course, it also has names. "Patrish," I utter. And voila, I saw her image. 'Patrish It is indeed her. "Hello," I greeted. I don't know what to say. Is she someone I am close with? She sits in the corner of my bed. "So... you indeed lost your memories." I couldn't hear her crying, but I saw her wipe the tears from her cheeks. "Don't cry" I was confused. Why is she crying? Because I forgot about her? I don't even know who I really am. I sigh, "I... don't have any me

I look at Drake. Did... Did I hear him wrong? "What is it again?" I looked back at him. He smiled and said, "Thoma~ hello Thoma," his gaze passed through me. Is it just me? Or was he looking into my eyes a while ago? I thought our eyes met, but maybe that's just my illusion. Right? "Woof!" Thoma barked as he saw Drake. He is not weary of him, which makes me surprised. I thought Drake saw Thoma from afar. Why do they look so close? Thoma is now walking around Drake. He chuckled and said, "It looks like Thoma likes me." "Yeah, he sure is," I replied. My room is not that small. It is big enough that even if two dozen people are here, there will be enough space for them to walk around. "So... Drake," I called him. Ever since we first met, I knew that he was kind. I don't feel any ill intention coming from him. "Yes? Why? What's wrong?" he asked me while holding Thoma in his arms. Wow, that was pretty amazing; even I can't do that since Thoma is as heavy as if I'm carrying a bab