Later that night…
A young man with leafish green hair and eyes the color of a sunlit forest was tiptoeing through a dorm hallway.
He thought he was being sneaky.
But with a round figure that could rival a pumpkin and a pig-like face only a mother would claim to love, he was capable of attracting attention even in a crowded room.
The only thing he was good at sneaking past was mirrors.
Jake had spent the whole day snooping around to find out which dorm Michael lived in. Right now, he was on his way to break into that bastard's room.
So what if Samael had gone soft?
So what if Samael had stopped caring about revenge?
Jake didn't need him. He could do this all alone.
And he was going to!
"Aha!" He came to a stop in front of room 125-C and glanced around to make sure the hallway was relatively empty.
By relatively, he meant only one witness — a half-asleep guy carrying a pile of books.