I quickly rise from the chair, grabbing the letter and running to my room with it. I squeeze it tightly against my chest, protecting it.
"Eve and Lyn, take care of my paperwork!! I have to handle something…" I say urgently, speeding to my room as fast as I can. I don't want anyone near me yet.
As soon as I reach my room, I lock the door. I look around, noticing the three mirrors I placed in here. Seems I've started accumulating mirrors like the original Evelyn did—which is bad—but I don't even care about that right now.
"Horns… I have horns…" I stare intently at my horns in the mirror. They're somehow majestic, and beautiful—they even suit my appearance—but it's a bad sign of maturation.
"…" I touch the horns, but they're sensitive. I can easily feel my fingers running over them, the touch giving me a strange sensation. After observing my horns for a while, I stop and go to the bed, lying down on it and looking at the letter.
