Kerry and Hewitt pushed open the door, and the bedroom was dark.
A luxurious velvet quilt bulged into a bundle, which trembled slightly when it heard the sound of the handle turning.
Hewitt pressed the light switch, and the light bulb instantly illuminated the entire room.
"Veronica?" Kerry spoke.
The quilt shrank even tighter.
"Veronica, don't worry, we're not bad people." Hewitt comforted.
The quilt moved once, then stopped, and a timid voice came out:
"Professor Hewitt?"
Hewitt answered in a steady voice:
"Yes, it's me."
At first, the quilt lifted a small corner, and then it fully opened, revealing Veronica curled up on the bed, hugging her knees.
"By King Arthur!" Elwood closed his eyes and yelled.
Even Eulalia, who intended to show her concern, couldn't help but take two steps back, looking at Veronica with an inexplicably complicated expression.
