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On the nights when Beatrice slept in Sam's room, an overwhelming fear enveloped her. She woke up several times, worried that the room's owner would enter and ambush her. Considering Sam's previous actions, it wasn't impossible for it to happen again, right?

However, it seemed that God was very kind by allowing Beatrice to sleep soundly for the past three days.

Her only companions were Anne and Ute, who occasionally visited her. Even then, their conversations were limited because they had other tasks to attend to. Meanwhile, Beatrice could only pace around the room, grumbling with frustration. The walls of Sam's room served as witnesses to her angry muttering.

"Hey, Beatrice," Anne greeted cheerfully. She held a bag with the logo of a well-known mall in the Southern District.

"Thank goodness you're here, Anne." Beatrice immediately welcomed the girl whom she considered a friend here. Who else did she know in this house and was familiar enough with? "What did you bring?"

Anne simply sho