MIRA’S SUITE*

Mira is currently by the window, slightly raising the curtain and staring out like her habit.

Eight is currently walking towards Dante’s suite, and she’s smiling obsessively as she watches him.

Maybe he felt eyes on himself or something, but he suddenly looked up, straight to her window.

Their eyes met, and her smile widened, but he ignored her and continued his walk.

“What was that? Does he enjoy behaving like I don’t exist or what? That piece of trash!” She went back into her room and picked up her lotion bottle.

She came back to the window and threw it at him, but it didn’t even get...