DONG, DONG DONG...
'Are those the bells of Crimea?'
Wei'en opened his eyes. Seeing the room's simple furnishings, so different from the attic at 44 Golden Street, he murmured, "I almost forgot."
It was the sound of the simple mantel clock he had specially made last night from leftover scrap materials...
Wei'en sighed softly, got up, dressed, and pushed the door open, stepping out.
"Breakfast is ready."
Shawa was standing outside the door. When she saw him emerge, she turned her head somewhat unnaturally, showing him her unmarred profile as she spoke in a low voice.
"Thank you," Wei'en said, leading her toward the dining table by the lounge area.
Tina was already sitting there, chewing on her finger as she stared at a roll of parchment, muttering, "Rexi, death, Asi..."
