"Well, it's such a pain."
I grumbled as I looked around the place, my eyes squinting to adjust to the light.
A bright board with a delicate design illuminated the path to enter the place, the sun already close to setting.
A name was engraved on it that glowed with crimson, with a heart shape made on the side.
"Festival Of Love," I mumbled to myself, reading the name, "What a cringe name."
[It's not bad.]
'It is for me,' I replied as I walked inside the place.
[Stop being so moody all the time.]
'I am not moody.'
[You are.]
'I am not.'
[Then just for today, be happy without complaining about anything.]
'...'
I turned silent as I looked around the place.
It was packed with people, mostly upper-class commoners who had permission to enter.
They all looked happy, some roaming around with friends and some with their girlfriends.
