Cherry didn't ask anything. When they said to go to the office, she followed.
The office was quite different from the usual impression.
The walls were covered with photographs, and the long display shelves were filled with all sorts of oddities. There were trophies and certificates, as well as decorations collected from around the world—a wooden figure with totemic drawings, a tooth from an African lion, stones brought back from the Pacaya Volcano...
Cherry also saw a photo of Sister Lemon and some indigenous people.
So dark, so thin, with designs painted on their faces and rings hanging from them—they didn't hurt?
Cherry looked curiously, subconsciously touching her own face.
A light laugh came from beside her.
She turned her head to see Sister Lemon holding a cup, asking her, "What would you like to drink? I only have coffee and water."
Cherry asked for coffee, but it was too bitter. She only took a sip, and her entire face crumpled up.
