Sebastian
“Dude, they have an inner garden with sand paintings on it. I wonder how they maintain the dampness of the sand and the pattern with all this falling snow?” Hans trotted to the balcony door and stuck himself on the glass panel. Bro, calm down. I know you are excited, but you looked like that American foreigner who was curious about everything.
Not that I could say I wasn’t interested or anything. I mean, if I didn’t have this sense of alarm inside me, I would have stuck my face on the glass panel like what Hans did just now.
The door was suddenly knocked, causing me to flinch.
“Excuse me, gentlemen. The dinner is ready.” A muffled voice of a female servant was heard from behind the door. I passed a glance at Adrian, who was sitting near the door, and motioned him to open it.
