บท 111: A Hot Night.

Kelly grimaced and barely opened her eyes. Her head was buzzing, her body was aching, as if a tractor had driven back and forth over it.

God, Ohara, what were you doing yesterday?

She closed her eyes, pulling the covers up to her head.

Why is it so cold? Maybe mom came into her room and forgot to turn off the air conditioner? Although she knows very well that Kelly hates cold air while sleeping. After all, she's not a snake, is she?

Snake…

The girl snapped open her eyes and stared in front of her.

Expensive wallpaper with gold embossing, blackout curtains of dark burgundy velvet. It was not at all like her modest room in the apartment where she and her mother lived.

Kelly closed her eyes, counted to five and opened them again. The interior remained the same.

With malevolent malice, like a spiteful stepmother for poor Cinderella, her memory began tossing pictures of yesterday evening, smoothly flowing into a stormy night.