It was Thursday night, and after several grueling days of working out, I finally allowed myself a well-deserved rest. My efforts had paid off; I could feel my stats rising, stronger than they had ever been.. Lying in bed, I absently played with Macaron's feather while he munched contentedly on a snack, completely engrossed in some silly TV show.
The tranquility of the moment was abruptly shattered when the doorbell rang. I paused, peeking out at Macaron, who barely lifted his gaze from the screen. "Guess I should get that," I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and trudging to the door.
When I opened it, I found a letter lying on the floor. I picked it up, feeling a strange knot tightening in my stomach. As I opened it and began to read, the world around me seemed to fade away, and my heart sank like a stone.
My goodness! What did you do, Remillia?!
