Hell woke up looking at a strange ceiling he wasn’t familiar with, he was lying on a very large and comfortable bed. The pillows smelled of lavenders and he felt calm. His eyes wandered around the room and fell on the petite Annette. She appeared to have worried herself into a sleep, her head laying on the bed Hell was resting in.
“Slacking while on-duty?” Hell whispered, slowly petting her head. “It seems I worried you again.”
A patch of shadow travelled inside the room from under the door and quickly materialised at the other side of the bed. It was Miur. But before he could speak, Hell shushed him. “We should really stop meeting this way,” he whispered with a quiet chuckle.
Hell noticed he didn’t have any clothes on, so he put on some underwear and a robe he found before lea
