"What is this?" Zein stared at the suitcases that came knocking in his room.
Reina did say she would send him the clothes she made in his image, but Zein never thought it would be this much. And not just that, she didn't send it in package boxes, or even shopping bags. It was inside suitcases, in three different sizes.
If he had to use one word to describe her, it would be 'storm'. As if determined to annoy Bassena, she dragged Han Shin from his lab to follow them for their lunch, to which the healer agreed wholeheartedly. Zein ended up being dragged everywhere that day, including getting a haircut and experiencing the agony of accompanying a young woman shopping.
He was in a daze the entire time, getting pushed inside this circle of childhood friends that seemed too eager to welcome him in their midst. But it was better, he thought, than sitting around people who kept flinching at him because he had a scary vibe or whatever.
