The next morning, Julie woke up naturally which was simply a blessing not having to wake up from the annoying tone of an alarm clock. She thought about last night and frowned at why Thompson had still negated her request at seeing his secret room even though she had been so open and willing towards him. While still thinking about this, Julie heard a loud noise coming from the outside. She got out of bed, pulled the curtain open, and looked for the source of the noise.
A figure stood below, his brown hair shining in the morning sunlight. Julie felt resigned, “William Woolf, what are you doing down there?” The guy who usually took appearance as the top priority throughout his life was wearing the untidy clothing from yesterday and his hair were greasy and unkempt. He looked up towards Julie
