Joshua had no idea that a simple outing of his could cause his friends so much worry.
He stepped into the elevator, instinctively tugging his mask down a bit. His fingers brushed against his lips—they felt a little dry. He had forgotten to apply lip balm before leaving the house.
Joshua resisted the urge to lick his lips and took out a lip balm that was dangling from his small backpack. Of course, a mirror was also a must-have.
If Luther were here, he'd definitely start mocking Joshua for being too fussy again.
But really, Joshua was just… Joshua.
Just then, the elevator bell suddenly chimed. Joshua pressed his lips together and lowered his mirror.
That was when he saw the man standing outside the elevator.
The man was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. His hair was messy and greasy, as if he hadn't washed it for five days, and he was holding a pile of crumpled papers in his hands. He looked both shabby and strange.
