Chapter 114: Ratted Out

"I... I can't make out this map at all. Are you sure this is the layout of the place?" Sol points at the makeshift map I scribbled on an old notebook we found stashed in one of the drawers of my room.

"To begin with, I don't think I should be letting a directionally challenged person lead the way. Oof—" I teased, pulling the map out of his hands as Sol elbows me in the stomach.

"I'm pretty sure anybody would get lost if they tried to follow your drawing of the floor layouts." Sol folds his arms, the words spewing out in a huff as I pondered making a comeback but decided against it.

"Anyways, they probably know I'm in the vicinity of the house. Though thankfully the rain picked up again, so they can't find us that quickly." I slung my arm around his shoulder, leaning against him as I pointed out a route on the map.