(S1) Chapter 17: Ghost

I drop myself on the bed.

There are two provided beds in this room, in between those is a glass window, the room is painted white, and the width is perfect for settlers with playful kids. On the other hand, my arms are stretched on the bed while staring at the ceiling. That smell bothers me as if it's telling me that the enemy is swarming around with an unbreakable gaze. In the middle of my worries, Dandeline stood beside my bed with her hands at the back.

"I got something for you," she uttered with a smirk. I was about to feel excited until I spoiled the supposed presentation because the smell of metal was coming from there. And when she shows it, I stare at it ignorantly.

"Scissor?"

"Yes," she rubs the blade with the tip of her finger, "I always trim the furs of my dogs and I'm a professional when it comes to that. Maybe I can do the same with your hair?"

"I'm so sorry, woman. Mine is hair, not fur."

"Let me cut it for you. I swear I won't charge for the service." She lean