บท 52: Black Hand's Target

Washington D.C.

In the royal suite of one of the luxurious hotels within the city, Annie tossed and turned because of the lack of sleep.

Annie wasn't a big fan of the excessive artificial feeling that these kinds of hotels used to give. Especially after becoming a Dreamer and gaining her Class. It seemed she had become more attuned with nature and that made these things stand out even more. But that was only a part of the reason for her sleeplessness.

Annie had buried her head deep within the cushion. From time to time, the color of shyness and bashfulness passed through her cheeks, the color of which almost matched with her light red hair. Frustrated, Annie's hand reached towards her mobile and again checked the time. The mountainous wallpaper got reflected by her deep brown eyes.

"Ughh!"