Late Evening

After eating the specially prepared dinner made by Malick, the difficult-to-invite special chef, I headed up to the third floor of the mansion where the bathroom was located.

My stomach was full.

We had a pleasant conversation.

Since the gathering had ended more successfully than I had thought, I really wanted to take a bath.

With the expectation that I could melt away my fatigue like slime in the hot water, I naturally walked towards the door with the red curtain, my footsteps slow.

“Miss.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Did you enjoy your dinner?”

The lady sitting in the wheelchair, Peri …