Author’s POV:
With heavy steps, Rozz treaded his way towards Fujiwara’s front door. It’d been a quite a long time since he had been here. Azumi’s father ran a Takoyaki shop and Rozz highly-recommended their Takoyaki shop because it tasted like pure nirvana. He rang the doorbell twice and it took a fraction of three minutes before someone swung the door open.
It was Azumi who opened the door; she looked disheveled; like she didn’t sleep since last night and her face was pale; her lips were dry and cracked up. She could pass as a Japanese ghost as seen in the movies. Rozz was startled upon seeing her and so did Azumi.
“What are you doing here? Are you here to…sanction me?” Azumi asked, her voice was ice-cold.
