After taking a few glances at Bologue, everyone shifted their gaze away, as Bologue wasn't quite normal either.
"Emotions, it feels like from the start there's no normal development. No matter who it is, they all have to endure storms," Palmer analyzed.
Just as the group was engrossed in endless discussions, passionately debating about those love-hate feelings, a low, dull sound of footsteps came from the stairwell.
Everyone turned their gaze towards the staircase, only to see a drunken, extremely disheveled figure crawling out.
His golden long hair fell messily, drenched with alcohol, sticking to his wet body. His eyes bloodshot, as though sleepless for several nights.
Now Serey appeared too downcast; although he was somewhat mentally unstable, even when pole dancing, he maintained a sense of dignity.
But now he resembled a genuine vagabond, wearing nothing but underpants.
