The peace was only for a moment.
Why?
Because the very next moment—
"I really want to throw away these clothes! They're so suffocating!"
Leona started struggling again, her hands already tugging at her sleeves as if they were strangling her.
"Just calm down, will you? Don't do something you'll regret forever!"
…And once again, I found myself trying to stop her.
Man, this was giving me a headache.
I glanced around, hoping—desperately—that someone else would step in.
One person was crying quietly in the corner, muttering the same sentence over and over again. Another was swaying on her feet, repeating herself like a broken record. And the last one—Leona—was determined to undress right here and now.
Then there was Leo.
Leo was standing a short distance away, arms crossed, watching the entire scene with an infuriating smile on his face.
He looked like someone enjoying a play, relieved that he was the only sober one in the audience.
Meanwhile, Nora and Violet were…
