Lumi’s POV
“Come on, let’s go.”
Clover’s hand wraps around my wrist, tugging gently at first, then firmer when I don’t move.
“Lumi,” she pressed, her voice dropping, urgent now. “This place is disgusting. We’re leaving.”
I didn't answer immediately. It’s like my skin knows before my brain does. My stomach twists, hard. I finally look down again—like maybe if I check one more time, it’ll somehow be different. It’s not.
My throat tightens instantly.
“Ugh—” I choke, turning slightly, my body reacting before I can even think properly. “Oh my God—”
Clover spins fully now, her entire energy flipping from playful to violent in two seconds.
“What the hell is wrong with people?!” she snaps, already scanning faces like she’s ready to fight everyone in a five-meter radius.
I barely hear her.
