Gulliver Area 1, House K, Room 2
Greg was upstairs, lights off, fast asleep. He was snoring, sealed tight in his blanket, while the world around him felt like it was crumbling into rubble.
Suddenly, the sound of a TV echoed in his head — an interview between a presenter and a woman. They exchanged opinions on clashing ideals. At first, he thought it was just a dream, but the louder it grew, the clearer it became: this was real.
He sat up, long hair messy, and slowly descended the stairs.
Is it the boys? No — they wouldn't make that much noise. Maybe Bray and Alexander, sure… but Jamie would never let them. As Greg got closer to the stairway, light spilled across the corridor, crunching sounds filling the air with a wave of mana .
All those signs pointed to one person he knew far too well.
"Shit. Not her again!"
He rushed forward, abandoning stealth for a head-on approach.
"Did you have to make it that loud?" he snapped, stomping down the stairs.
