The dressing room was a complete mess.
The floor was littered with shattered glass and scattered powder compacts.
Even more conspicuous was the dressing mirror someone had punched until it cracked, its spiderweb-like fractures slicing the handsome face reflected within into fragments.
Gareth wore a set of silver light knight's armor that had yet to be fastened. It was the costume for the "Knight of Justice" in tonight's performance.
At that moment, the knight who was about to draw his sword for love and justice onstage sat dejectedly in a chair, both hands buried in his blond hair, his entire body radiating suppressed fury.
Knock, knock.
After the knock, the door was pushed open a crack.
"Oh my, Gareth..."
Sienna entered carrying a cup of hot tea. At the sight of the mess on the floor, she let out a soft cry.
Carefully stepping around the broken glass, she walked over to Gareth and set the teacup on the corner of the table. "Didn't you promise me you wouldn't hurt yourself like this anymore? If you injure your hand, how are you supposed to hold a sword later?"
Gareth did not look up. "How... is she?"
The corner of Sienna's lips curled ever so slightly, though her tone was full of hesitation. "I... I didn't dare go knock on the door myself."
"But..." She deliberately paused before speaking as though she had finally made up her mind. "Just now, at the turn of the stairs, I saw Rolinde coming down from the boss's office on the third floor."
"She... didn't look too well." Sienna sighed, lowering her voice. "Her eyes were red, like she'd been crying. And... the zipper at the back of her skirt was fastened wrong, and her hair was a little messy too. I don't know if