After my little introduction to the student council, days passed as usual.
With no specific chapter to continue on and highlight some key details of the story, I was left with not much to worry about except for the upcoming second act.
My routine was simple: wake up early for training, attend classes, and help out Dorothy with various student council tasks.
Her rewards of candy were amusing, though somewhat infantilizing.
She never failed to show appreciation, but there was an underlying sense that she saw me more as a helpful junior than a true peer.
'Although I appreciated her kind gestures, I feel like she's treating me as a kid for some reason….'
Despite my efforts to observe any signs of her darker transformation, Dorothy remained consistently pleasant.
