Next morning.
"Aww?" Duncan yawned as he got up.
The morning was grey and there were mild drizzles.
"Damn. I slept very well." He said as he stretched sitting on his chair itself.
"But my neck is sore. Why?" He thought to himself as he noticed that he slept on the chair while working.
"Aww man. This is so awkward and painful as well." Duncan said as he stretched his back once again. "I bet she is still sleeping..." he was going to say as he looked at the bed by the side of his working table.
But he was surprised to see that she had already left. "Hmm? So that means she is not sleeping like a spoiled child." He said in a light mumbling voice.
"She is really mysterious. I can't seem to predict her actions at all." Duncan thought to himself. He got up from the chair and he could feel his legs all frozen.
"What's this?" A letter was sitting there, near his pen stand. It was actually beside all the disoriented papers and documents, but it was noticeable enough to stand out.
