“What a sight you all are.”

The current time was 3:23 a.m.

Wondering if they were still singing, I made my way to Rion’s room. It was pure chaos.

Sora was half-asleep in a chair, her face flushed. Chel was sprawled on Rion’s bed, also red-faced. Then there were the bodies on the floor—Rinco, Anna, and Ainatsu—all down for the count and equally flushed.

Pizza boxes, chicken boxes, and soju bottles were scattered around like it was a university drinking party.

The stench of alcohol was overpowering.

“L-Laura…”

InaGiKa noticed me and cautiously called out. The sole survivor, it seemed.