บท 210: Bad Mood

Nora woke up with a cloud of irritation hanging over her head, as she banged the doors of the wardrobe. If someone could read auras, they would only be able to see her surrounded by blackness. The disconcerting images still flashed vividly in her mind—the mysterious man, the way he seemed to loom over her as he possessively whispered words of possession in her ears. 

Dam* it! She was sick and tired of the dreams and the way they made her feel. Pulling out a random dress, she walked out and dressed haphazardly. Today, she needed to throw a tantrum so that she would be able to go out and explore the city. But even as she thought of escaping repeatedly, she felt a blank. Because she had no idea where she would go.