[Foster Ward! What the hell are you doing!]
Motan clenched his fists tightly inside his sleeves, walking down the stairs shoulder to shoulder with the girl beside him, while roaring inwardly, grinding his teeth almost to dust to keep from shouting out loud.
Though he tried to maintain his image in front of someone without showing any unusual behavior, aside from looking slightly sleep-deprived, everything was the same as usual. But the rare holiday he longed for was devastated beyond recognition, and the culprit was the 'K' that always brought a sense of reassurance. Such an incident truly made it hard for Motan to let go.
