A stone bird came to the terrace of the house. Its dark feet carried small smoldering stones, while as we approached, its beak immediately spits out pieces of paper. The bird immediately flew away before I could thank him.
"From Azalea, maybe" I cleaned the paper and read it, and it turned out to be true.
As I read, I exclaimed, "Ohh?" with a disappointed expression.
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I would go back to alpha camp and hide in that place. Of course, Azalea would agree with it. She asked a lot of things like, why did I change my mind so suddenly and whether I needed to be picked up or not, as well as some things I couldn't answer by mail. Apparently, Mickey didn't say I was being hunted. I doubt if this was good enough, what if she suddenly got angry because she was prevented from the truth, that we were running to hide?
