Maya
Maya was aloof in default. Despite facing hardships, her face seldom showed the amount of peril she experienced. Rage and sadness didn’t seem to be among the emotion she could show, but that doesn’t mean that she isn’t capable of feeling as such.
Maya’s face, which was usually calm and collected, scrunched into a deep frown. Her gaze was fixed to a certain direction; hostility and wrath displayed in those amber hues. At that very moment, anyone who could see could ascertain that she was angry. Very, angry.
“What are you doing here?” She spoke in Japanese. The air inside the ward room gradually intensified.
The figure who received her full hatred subtly flinched; both shocked and at a loss for words. Anyone would be if they were glared at in full contempt.
“Maya…” The figure calle
