Mikhailis stared at Lira's face as she slept beside him, her breathing soft and steady. He could feel her warmth, her hand still loosely resting against his chest. He sighed deeply, feeling a mix of confusion and guilt tightening in his chest. He had to know what exactly happened, and there was only one person—well, one AI—who could tell him.
"Rodion," Mikhailis whispered, his voice barely audible.
"No jokes, alright? I need you to fill me in. What happened?"
<Very well, Mikhailis. You requested a concise recap, devoid of sarcasm. Keywords: Drinking, Serelith, Maid.>
Rodion's voice carried no humor, and it made Mikhailis frown.
Drinking?
Serelith?
Maid?