Jaster's head felt like it was going to explode from all the information his friends had dumped on him.
He sighed and rubbed his temple.
"There's so much going on..."
"Krrk?" Purple suddenly licked Jaster's face, forcing him to grab a tissue and wipe it off.
"So, when do you think you'll be discharged?" Ivy asked.
Jaster rubbed his chin, then shrugged. "They haven't told me yet. Honestly, I need to get out of this bed immediately."
He let out an exhausted sigh and rubbed his head again, thoughts swirling.
I need to help Elaine with her campaign. I also need to fix the student council's fractured bond... There's too much to do.
The entire game's direction had shifted because of the Broker's interference.
Ever since they attacked Bondspire, so many characters had veered off their original paths.
Marcus, consumed by depression, watching the student council fall apart piece by piece.
Elaine, rewriting her manifesto entirely—now focused on protecting first years from danger.
