Bever

In some late night when Delia was in the middle of her meditation, someone rang her doorbell and a man in his pajama with a good profile welcomed her sight, asking her for the payment, payment for his good skills.

The Hidden Cause

Clara opened her eyes when she see a familiar room in front of her, "What?" she mumbles while trying to open her eyes wide. Her eyes slowly widen as her eyes wander around the room, "Why am I here?" there is a hint of doubt in her voice.

Clara tries to stand up as she felt pain in her foot, "Aww" she yelped in pain as she fall to the floor, "That hurts" she mutters as she massages her butt while her eyes look at her swollen foot. "This is a problem" she inspected that her foot was used without care an awhile ago. She glares at the mirror next to her to see that her face has some colors on it, her face scrunched up as she wipes the red lipstick on her face with the back of her hand, she glares at the reflection of her in the mirror, "You are really troublesome" she sighs.

After attempting many times Clara successfully stood up, "How should I explain this?" she groans as she looks at the clock not that far from her.

0018: That one I need that