Without saying another word, I quietly finish my meal. The only ones left in the dining room right now are Lana and Myra. As I rise to leave, I notice Lana quietly following me, leaving Myra behind.
Once we step out, Lana walks closely beside me, concern etched on her face. "Master, what's bothering you?" she asks softly.
"I'm just pissed off, Lana," I mutter through my gritted teeth. "It may seem like I'm stuck in the past, but Myra creeps me out."
"So you're still mad because of the snacks and wing rolls she took from you when you were kids?" Lana raises an eyebrow, clearly baffled.
"A-Ahem... You wouldn't understand," I say defensively. "She didn't just take some snacks. She bullied me back then and made my dad whoop my ass for the first time in my life. You might think it's nothing, but for me, it's a big deal." I pause, recalling how she'd stolen the wing rolls my mom had made just for me.
