"Get down."
Flossie Wright gave her a faint glance.
Without further movement, Flossie stood by the side of the bed, waiting for Becca Reyes' next move.
Pursing her lips, Becca looked up, meeting Flossie's narrow eyes.
Dark, calm, mysterious.
Bottomless.
Even if she had been in contact with Flossie for so long, Becca could not guess what Flossie wanted to do under such circumstances.
Without hesitating for too long, Becca got off the bed as told, put on her shoes in a minute, then straightened her body and stood in front of Flossie.
"Good," Flossie's countenance remained unchanged, "Follow me out."
Having said that, she turned around and walked out of the door.
Becca paused for a moment, then hurriedly followed her.
The door was left open, and the figures of the two vanished one after another at the doorway, instantly dissipating the tension in the dormitory.
