Accused

"What are you doing here?"

Art stared blankly at the girl standing just inside the room's entrance. She looked about his age, with shoulder-length auburn hair and a round, fair face that grew redder with fury with each passing second.

He quickly put two and two together—she was most likely the owner of the room.

He immediately tried to clear the misunderstanding.

"It’s not what you think," he said, instinctively raising his hands.

"I hoped you would be a good and sincere person, but you're just like the rest. How could you try to steal from us? You even came into my room!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with irritation and disappointment.

"Wait! What? Steal? No, you have this all wrong!" Art defended himself.

"Guards! Frier!!" she screamed loudly.

"I just woke up! I was checking if there was anyone around. I was really just trying to thank you guys!" Art further tried to explain.

Seconds after her loud call, four people arrived.