Erine kept pacing back and forth inside her room. Honestly, she hasn't done anything the moment she get home but to walk in the same circle and think of the problem at hand.
And the problem at hand was none other than the mysterious diary that just mysteriously writes entries, and at the moment it mysteriously just writes entries more ahead of the current date.
Everything is just a twist that even she just get confused with the huge amount of mysteries that are happening right now.
But other than that, there's something that has been weighting her mind now.
"A date..." Erine muttered, unconsciously bitting on her thumb, more aggressively than she ever did when she was little. "With Prince?"
Wait, is the writer of this diary Prince?
Now, Erine has her own doubts.
Travelling to the pa
