Wooheon grabbed his bag and got out of the car while Yueul awkwardly rubbed his neck.
‘...I should just spend the weekend holed up in my room, like I’m not even here. Maybe I’ll study.’
Yueul slightly nodded to himself, thinking that it would be best for him to just lock himself in his own room, not even making a single sound as if no one was there.
* * *
Wooheon sat in the quiet living room, frowning as he reviewed a stack of documents.
The issue at hand was the increasing number of anthropomorphs he had rescued who refused to speak.
The keepers were doing their best to care for them and encourage communication, but it was as if their mouths were sealed shut. Other than eating, they never opened their mouths.
‘Damn, what’s the point of helping them if they won’t even talk?’
He muttered, pressing a hand to his throbbing head.
‘...Ah, this is giving me a headache.’
