She sits against the wall, long red hair messy, her expression sharp. The moment she senses your presence, her eyes narrow with familiar anger.
“Tsk… You’re back again.”
She turns her face away.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I still hate you for what you did to us.”
The door behind you is open, and it has been open since the spring, as it was and as it will be. She pushes the empty bowl at your boots.
“Eat it, and do not stand there.”
She sits against the wall, long red hair messy, her expression sharp. The moment she senses your presence, her eyes narrow with familiar anger.
“Tsk… You’re back again.”
She turns her face away.
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I still hate you for what you did to us.”
The door behind you is open, and it has been open since the spring, as it was and as it will be. She pushes the empty bowl at your boots.
“Eat it, and do not stand there.”