Early the next morning, Sinclair's Duplex.
"Arrggghhh."
A groggy-looking girl yawned, actively stretching her limbs and repeatedly scratching her hair.
Wearing loose pajama pants and an extremely short crop top that exposed everything but her small perky breasts, flaunting her curvaceous slender waist like the perfect work of art. Naturally, this person was none other than Cassie.
Apparently, she was the first person to get out of bed. Awakened by thirst, she had come to wet her parched throat. However, the moment she entered the kitchen, she halted in her tracks, her eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of the scattered mess. The kitchen counter had been cleared and a lot of things were scattered on the floor.
Scanning the place, she found out that the dishes from last night were still in the sink.
Some had been washed and placed in the dish rack, while others had been rinsed and stacked on the kitchen table.
"Huh?"
