And now...
Finally, the time has come.
Samiel felt a surge of anticipation as he emerged from his Mind Space, his thoughts buzzing with excitement.
"Hey, you brat, come on out already!" A voice suddenly bellowed from outside the door.
'So close to beating this guy up one day!' Samiel thought to himself, his frustration evident.
"Alright, I'm coming out now!" Samiel responded, his voice filled with determination.
"Right, don't forget to pack your things, punk," the voice retorted. "Your grandpa has returned, so you'll probably leave, no, finally leave."
Samiel couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity. "So, you're happy that I'm leaving?" he asked, standing up and approaching the door.
"Huh? Of course, I'm happy!" the voice replied, its tone filled with joy. "Since you're the one who always gets that unreasonable red-head to beat me up by telling lies."
