“Damn it… This isn’t right!!!”

The sound of crumpling paper and sighs echoed through the third-floor workshop of the Somerset studio.

The third floor of the studio had recently become a shared workspace for the artists serializing in Manafia magazine, not just Rupert alone.

Creak.

“Dumas, please! Keep it down!”

“Oh… Alright, sorry…”

Anyone who knew Sena would have been shocked by her behavior.

The usually quiet and composed Sena was now speaking sharply to Dumas, who was much older than her. Those who knew her could hardly imagine her like this.

Dumas, the only smoker in the workshop, was …