I can't sleep. Kiyohira doesn't bother me again. I don't feel any movement beside me. Seconds feel like hours. I pinch my lips together. My heart is uneasy.
I hear the sound of the door closing. He has left the room. I sit up and look at the closed door. The tray is not there. Is he returning?
I have a feeling that he won't. I go for a quick bath. I didn't think that Chisa would speak like that in front of the reporters. These petty actions don't sound like her. At the same time, they do sound like her. Anger and desperation can change people. Right now, I am sure that she's thinking of teaching me a lesson. Hashimoto Chisa will try to bend me to her will again. Her pride won't let her kill me straight away when I started to attack her.
