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The morning arrived and the alcohol wore off. I woke up to the shower running. It was not Kyo, who slept next to me. It was not Trigman, who slept on the couch. It wasn’t Priscilla and Harman, who had just entered the room without knocking.  “A little knock would be nice,” I said in my barely woken state. Priscilla had what seemed like a cup of coffee in her hand. I was thankful that she didn’t decide to sip on beer first thing in the morning. She was wearing a white robe and big wayfarer glasses. “I was just wondering when you are going for your crusade. And if Mappa would accompany you guys,” Priscilla said. She walked over to me and forced me to make some space for her in the bed. I budged and she forced herself. Harman took a seat next to the asleep Trigman. “We’ll probably leave by the afternoon. I still have to talk to him about that. What will you guys do?” Priscilla took a sip out of the coffee cup and said,” Harman found two clubs who were eager to...

The threat that the Professor Amaan had spat out about herself did not seem braggadocios. It seemed genuine, and I didn’t want to piss off another human being. But if it all was a bluff, then I could turn around and go home safely. I was smart enough to know when an axe was going to land on my foot. The past really had carved me into a smarter individual. I walked back to the lobby not out of fear, but out of curiosity. I thought if I develop friendly relations with her, she could be a strong ally. Who knew all of it would end in a clobbering? The maid who led me disappeared after making me stay in the lobby. I knew it was my second time looking at my eerie surroundings, nonetheless, it blew me away. The engraved textures of mahogany that surrounded the fireplace were beautiful. It gave an aura of the owner’s personality. An unstable fire lit under the beauty that surrounded it. I chuckled myself at the ridiculous deductions that my brain was making before scanning the who...