"He definitely couldn't have stayed at home, or I would have known," Gerard said, "but he loves Shana, if he really came back, he wouldn't just ignore her."
"... Are you sure?" Bai Wei said. "Miss Shana is clearly mentally disturbed, doesn't that mean he hasn't come back?"
"He might have been forced to stay hidden, making it impossible for him to appear before Shana," Gerard pushed open Shana's room door, "but he surely couldn't help but do something."
The room was a mess, cluttered with all sorts of things, not at all like the room of an adult woman.
And most of these piled items were "junk," quite similar to those stacked on Gerard's workbench, obviously belonging to Helmo.
In the middle of this junk was a bed placed on the floor.
This arrangement seemed as if the room's owner could only sleep surrounded by this cluster of junk.
Gerard then began rummaging through the pile of junk like an old man collecting scraps.
