[What is this I'm hearing, Rin?]
"Sis, at least give me a chance to explain—"
[No. I don't want to hear it. You're just going to make up another excuse.]
"I don't always make excuses! Just… sometimes."
Yeah, okay, maybe this needs some context.
You're probably wondering what's going on here, right?
Well, it all started with that bastard—Leo Taylor.
After a long, very long day inside the dungeon, I finally got back to my dorm. I was dead tired, barely keeping my eyes open, just trying to enjoy the loot I managed to bring back. I mean, sure, most of it was wrecked during Leo's flashy final attack, but there were still a few decent scraps worth admiring.
That's when my sister—Rin Evans's older sister, and now technically my sister—called me out of the blue.
And she already knew.
She knew what happened in the dungeon. She knew I'd overused my Qi again. She knew I'd almost collapsed.
How? One guess.
Leo. You damn traitor.
