Capítulo 63: Chapter 63

Aurora sat on the bed with her head buried on her knees. She taps alongside and in rhythm with the wall clock. She was not sure she had seen one earlier, but the quiet demeanor in the room had made her hear it. She was sure she could hear a pin drop with how quiet the room was. The cat had found his way down, and was now seated on the cushion licking his paws. Aurora, on the other hand, had not attempted to even check out the meal that was bought for her to eat. 

The cat apparently wasn't just one with pride but he was also witty. And not in a good way. It made Aurora want to laugh out tears at the thought of him not caring if his prisoner had eaten or not. He did not care at all to try to persuade her or assure her his master would be with her shortly. He just says something and never repeats himself. 

His Charisma was filled with Impoliteness, disrespect, incivility, and every other form of words that explains an uncaring, rude cat.