...
"Let me get out of here- huwah!"
Thud!
Crash!
The wooden box slammed down onto the dirty floor, its own dust kicking off into the air which covered Miss Evening almost completely.
However, she recovered instantly, as if nothing embarrassing had just happened to her.
Why is she... Ferris didn't know what to say, or even think.
Making her way towards the knight, she grabbed the thrown chair from before and used it for herself in front of Ferris.
But unlike the other one who used it, she saddled it like a horse, with the backrest in front.
"Hi, Ferris," she smiled, crossing her arms forward on the chair.
Only after greeting him again did Ferris regain his mental control.
She was hiding from him, how did she even figure out where that guy would place me in?
And most importantly, why is she here?
"Are you here to kill me?" Ferris questioned, knowing that Evening is potentially insane. There was a microscopic hint of fear in his tone.
