Not Everyone Thrives on Kindness...

March 17th, 2025 — 4:14 PM

Zone 2A-Δ – Second Floor, Hallway

I left Old Zhou's house because he fell asleep after two cups.

Though I might be a little arrogant, it appeared he needed someone or something to give him hope. I couldn't promise she would be alive. But I would definitely keep my word and try to reach the university within three days.

"Phew, what next?" I muttered to myself like a madman. 

The afternoon sun shone through the windows at the end of the hallway, rays of orange light telling me that I might have spent too long drinking with Zhou.

I stretched my back with a groan.

The whiskey still sat warm in my gut, but the haze had faded. The kind that made your ribs loose, your thoughts a little slower. The world still spun the same. Just felt heavier now.