In the dead of night, all was silent.
"Thud, creak—"
"Thud, creak—"
Dull impacts, followed by the harsh, strange sound of something being forcefully shoved and ground against the floor, drifted up from beneath Vermouth's bed.
Vermouth stared at the ceiling with her eyes open. "..."
What the hell was that bastard Vodka doing downstairs?!
Or rather, what exactly had Uzo sent his actors to mess around with in Vodka's room?!
Blue veins bulged on the back of Vermouth's hand as she nearly crushed the edge of the blanket. For a moment, she wanted to punch straight through the floor, jump down to see what the hell was going on below, then bundle up every bastard disturbing her sleep and throw them into the lake.
But in the end, her terrifyingly powerful rationality stopped her.
"Calm down. It's just losing a little sleep." Vermouth closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. "According to that tour guide, the Travel Agency's bus will come pick us up in two days at most. In other words, once I get through tonight, I only need to endure another day or two before I'm free."
"One or two days, plus tonight makes three days... Three days. Should I just go downstairs and kill—"
Her thoughts briefly wandered off before Vermouth forcibly dragged them back. "It's only three days. Haven't I pulled plenty of all-nighters before? I just have to endure it."
"As for now..."
Vermouth assessed her current situation and fell silent for a moment.
Tonight's strange knocking had started far earlier than it had last night.
It had come earlier today than yesterday. If it came earlier tomorrow than today, and even earlier the day after tomorrow... If she had to spend night after night on edge like this,