That Person

Even though dinner had ended pleasantly despite the unhappy beginning, that hadn't swayed Simon's decision to return to the mansion that evening.

Simon checked the time, and it was 22 minutes past eight. Great! None of the boys would've fallen asleep now.

Simon drank a glass of water and elegantly stood up.

Simon's hunger had been satisfied, but Simon could see that it wasn't the same with Prothero.

Simon had been observing Prothero once in a while, and he noticed the boy eating slowly while looking deep in thought as if he were thinking about something heavy.

"I'm leaving," Simon announced, and he began to leave the dining room directly without waiting for Prothero's response.

"Simon." Prothero suddenly called and neatly placed his cutlery on an empty dish.

"En?" Simon stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Prothero.

Immediately, Prothero's expression turned pale, and he pointed toward the dining room entrance.

"Did you see that person?" Prothero susurrated in a shaky a