The endgame didn't require Sam's intervention.
All he needed to do was take a shower at her place to wash off any lingering scents and then head back to his apartment to crawl into bed.
It seemed Ava hadn't woken up in the meantime. She wasn't the type to keep things bottled up; had she discovered he'd slipped out in the middle of the night, she would've confronted him the moment he walked through the door.
Sam stared at the ceiling, lost in thought for a moment. He wasn't quite sure what he was pondering—perhaps the recent events, or maybe the possibilities of what could happen next.
Like the so-called Fifth Street Saints, the date he had planned with Alice, his sister's impending departure from Kuhang, and the complications involving Mia and Charlotte.
It seemed he had inadvertently taken on several side quests in a short span... Could it be that he actually had a bit of OCD? The kind that needs to collect everything in an RPG?
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