Once Samuel had quietly retreated into his new quarters to unpack, the heavy main doors closed, leaving Heena entirely alone.
Heena let out a long, exhausted sigh. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, but when she opened them, a familiar holographic shimmer materialized in the center of the room. The System—in his usual form of a fluffy little lion—hopped out of the digital ether.
However, instead of his usual cocky or playful attitude, the little lion was looking up at her with an incredibly pitiful, wide-eyed gaze.
Heena's instincts flared. She knew that look all too well. Whenever this digital ball of fur looked at her with that specific, deeply regretful expression, it meant he had completely messed something up.
She fixed him with a cold, unblinking stare. "What did you do now?"
The little lion instantly avoided her gaze, his fluffy tail tucking between his legs as he looked at the floorboards. "Um... not much, Host."
