The sun rose over the horizon, illuminating the room, the scene of a drama. Zuri finished rearranging her hair in front of the mirror and collected her clothes from the floor.
She had brought a change of pajamas and was putting her nightgown in a bag.
She walked to the door, but just as she was about to put her hand on the handle, a noise made her flinch.
"... Eh ?"
Behind her, Dora, covered in bruises and bites, was in a fighting stance.
"... D-Dora?"
"... I... I didn't hear... No bell..."
Zuri, back to her old self, was embarrassed by the pathetic state Dora was in.
She rubbed her index fingers and looked away.
"Eh... Um... I... I'm so sorry... I... I don't know how that could happen... I wasn't myself."
She looked at the ground like a child who had just made a mistake.
She turned her gaze to him, but the boy with a very serious voice made him sign with his hand to come closer.
"Come."
