Stella’s point of view.

>The Next Morning<<

The sweet aroma of pancakes penetrated my nostrils, interrupting my sleep and reminded my stomach that it needed food, which made it growl loudly, and I was forced out of bed.

Although I wasn’t completely awake, but I trusted my nostrils and followed wherever it led me.

I shivered slightly as I felt a gush of cold rushed all over my body immediately I set foot on the floor, but I didn’t think much about it, or let it stop me from going on my food hunt.

I just hugged myself simply, and continued my adventure.

Furthermore, I walked for a God knows...