Sid rubbed his eyes, but still couldn't see anything. The faint outlines that usually guided him were gone. He frowned, muttering under his breath,
"Don't tell me the system just gave up too."
Evelise tilted her head, her ears twitching at his frustrated look.
"What now? Don't tell me you don't know how to make a bed?"
"You're right. My system's not showing anything. Guess this is beyond my current skill set. The notebook only covered carpentry. Tailoring? Nothing. I don't even have a recipe for that."
Evelise groaned loudly, her tail flicking in annoyance.
"So? Does that sound like my problem? Then think! Act! You're not going to survive if you rely on that glowing book for every little thing. It's the apocalypse— you figure things out yourself!"
He rubbed the back of his neck, letting her words sink in. She wasn't wrong.
"Yeah… yeah, you've got a point. Giving up isn't my style, but being lazy kinda is. Still…"
His expression brightened as an idea formed.
