"Awake, Elle?"
A somewhat familiar voice came from beside "Elle".
Annan immediately noticed Elle was under the covers.
So he didn't directly flip the covers to sit up but instead shrank further in while opening his eyes and looking towards the source of the voice.
It was Amos.
A young man in his early thirties, with chestnut-brown short hair and deep blue pupils, was carefully grooming his beard with an electric razor in front of the mirror. When he heard Elle's voice, he casually stopped the razor.
Amos turned around to look with a relaxed and cheerful smile.
— That was a demeanor utterly different from the Amos in the gallery nightmare.
In the nightmare, the painter Amos radiated an aura that screamed 'keep away.' Even when facing his own daughter Elle, there were no kind words; instead, he sighed continuously, with an expression of pain and entanglement, a face full of stubble and messy hair... just feeling very depressed.
