After dinner, everyone leaves for their respective room.

But when I enter my room, it was pitch dark.

Logan came early from the dinner. I thought he would be back here.

Then why is not any light on? Maybe he went outside.

Thinking this, I enter the room, but suddenly all the lights turn on, and I hide my face with my hand.

When I open my eyes, Logan was sitting on the couch.

His legs are kept on the coffee table in a crossing manner, and he is smoking. I didn’t know he had a habit of smoking.

But I never get to know what are his habits.

He...