Chapter 27.2

As soon as Kenshi was done, his golden eyes were once again open. Now that the puzzle is complete, he is feeling the need to do something about it.

“That little trash had escaped, eh?” Kenshi displays a lopsided grin, resting his cheek on his palm. “It is my fault after all.”

With a heavy sigh, he stands up and started walking towards what he believe is Mizuko’s room. It smelt of Mizuko. He isn’t always the type to check other people’s stuffs but he would like to know how she was living here.

Mizuko’s room was not so tidy, not so organize and her blanket was just tossed somewhere. Her mirror on the wall had photographs glued to the sides. An old lady was with Mizuko in almost all the photographs. She had this