“…Ugh, the smell of alcohol.”

Rustle.

Consciousness rose from under the sleep called deep sleep, and the smell of cool air that was not felt before, and the smell of alcohol quietly passed Olivia’s nose as she was the first one to wake up among the Dagger team.

The winter in Florida was incomparably warmer than anywhere else, but that didn’t mean there were only hot days. Olivia knew through her Icarus Gear that the current temperature was 12 degrees Celsius.

While there were people like her and Logan who could move around in the winter without any problems, there were also people in the Dagger team who were not like that, and Olivia struggled to get up from the sofa, thinking of Eugene.

As expected, across from the bottles of alcohol rolling around on the table, on the bed. There was a blanket covering about a third of her body, and the youngest sleeping curled up under it.

“….”