Gregory Smith felt a buzzing in his head.
Immediately afterward, his legs went soft, and he knelt on the carpet, right on his wounded knee from last night.
Gregory Smith frowned in pain, and his gaze shifted once again to the trash bin next to the bedside table, which was filled with bloodstained paper scraps. Thinking back to the pain in his knee from before, he comforted himself, perhaps my knee was injured.
He rolled up his trouser leg to look, and there was nothing wrong.
However, the bloodstain on the bed was a cluster, and it was clearly...
Unable to think any further, Gregory Smith pressed his brow with his hand. But as soon as he closed his eyes, images from last night kept flashing through his mind.
It seemed like last night... he kissed a woman?
Afterward, he clung to the woman, calling her sister?
And finally... he rolled around in the sheets with her??
