章節 92: Chapter 92

Third person point of view

Night was beautiful today, Persephone thought. She stayed back in her room. The fearful thought of what would happen if she did not return to the apartment of the Crescent twins crossed her mind, but the purple haired girl was far too stubborn to follow the fearful thoughts.

Persephone smiled as she looked up at her ceiling, unable to sleep. Stoner beside her was now snoring while she stared at the white ceiling. It couldn't be helped, there was so much to do, and she happened to be at the center of it all.

Not to talk of Poppy Fletcher's journal. The thing really was a blank nothingness. Persephone was confused as she was certain this was the same journal she had read a while ago. How come—?