(Author Aom Ro)

Bell’s eyes flew open to find Kit’s jacket laid on him, while the nest was nowhere to be seen through his blurry vision.

His heart pounded loudly as if.

The scent of the fabric confused his body, while his mind descended into chaos.

Bell’s shaky fingers moved under his turtleneck, searching for more bites, but found none.

His hands traveled up to his cheeks and then to his scalp, where specks of dried blood clung.

Last night, Kit’s fingers had explored hastily to locate their mixed scent before Fon must have dragged him off the mattress.

Kit was here while I was asleep...

Bell stepped off the bed and noticed his makeshift nest beneath his feet. His eyes blinked profusely at the blurred, ruined sight.

He rubbed his arms slightly, unaccustomed to anyone feeling the need to do this for him.

He grabbed his glasses from the nightstand before opening the window and making his exit, avoiding any nearby neighbors.

An hour earlier, Kit had stayed in Fon’s bathroom, hiding in the tub from the awakened classmate who had left to his relief.

Kit rested his head on the tiled wall, delaying the need to justify his actions from the previous night to Fon, who was waiting for him in the kitchen.