#GL

The numbers don't add up. I can't explain you with numbers.

…Please don't bring up moving out until you've moved out of the boarding house.

She insists it's a magic mishap, but her flushed cat ears give her away faster than the shattered beakers.

The power bank that promised to protect me had been tracking my every location all along.

A spear artist handed orders to cut you down, yet who keeps stepping in front of you instead.