Clink—
The fork clattered onto the plate, echoing sharply through the room. Kiera, Aoife, and Evelyn froze, their eyes widening in horror as they took in the ghastly scene unfolding before them.
"Ah."
Faces pale and mouths slightly agape, they seemed unable to tear their gazes away from the dreadful sight.
"T-this… I'm not seeing it wrong, am I?"
"No, no you're not."
"C-crazy."
Sitting opposite them, Julien sat with the same expression he always wore while staring at the salt bottle in front of him.
The three girls then lowered their heads to stare at his place.
"…How does he do it?"
Aoife asked while licking her lips which she suddenly felt go dry.
Kiera on the other hand seemed to have come to an acceptance as she lowered her head and dug into her food.
'I see nothing, I know nothing.'