Looking at the risqué illustrations in front of her, Alya blinked. She wet her finger with a bit of saliva and eagerly flipped to the next page.
Her eyes sparkled. They actually make stuff like this? I've seriously never seen it before. Where did the boss buy this from??
WHAP! An arm smacked her on the back, making her whole body shiver and her legs instantly go weak.
She turned her head and saw it was Deep's arm. He was flailing his limbs about, muttering something under his breath.
CLICK. With a gentle press of a finger on the light switch, the room was quickly swallowed by darkness.
Time ticked by. As the hole at the top of the greenhouse was opened once again, a new day dawned on Hope Island.
SCREECH! SCREECH! SCREECH! Mechanical bats crawled out from inside the grandfather clock, their cries reminding their owner it was time to get up.
"Ugh… my head hurts. Just how much did I drink yesterday?" A groggy Deep slowly came to.
