"What should I do?"
Uesugi Sakura was in a state of panic, looking around frantically, even noticing the sailor uniform scattered messily under the bed and...
At that moment, he felt inexplicably wronged.
Clearly, he hadn't done anything, so why was he facing a situation where his uncle might break his legs?
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!
The rough knocking on the door grew more urgent, mixed with the voice of Uesugi Nobuko trying to dissuade him.
"Are you pretending to be dead, you punk?! I knew you were up to no good!! Just you wait!!!!"
"Wait!"
Fuming with anger, Hanamaru Hiroki refused to listen to any persuasion, gripping the "SIG P230" with one hand and aiming directly at the doorknob, pulling the trigger almost instantly.
Bang!
A loud noise rang out.
Hanamaru Hanabi, who was tightly curled up under the covers, suddenly opened her bright purple eyes.
What she saw was her familiar room.
Quiet, cozy, no different from usual.
