| classification:Science fiction |
| author:Not ten strings, ple |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-29 17:35:29) |
The sun was slanting, the evening breeze had died down. Hayna felt a vague sense that something intangible was shrouding this area, altering the atmosphere of the manor.,"I sense your sincere apology, so I'll let this breach of our agreement slide. But perhaps you should reflect on whether you have offended someone or blocked someone's path... As I said, this is an inspection meeting that you don't need to attend.",He was now sitting in his wheelchair, a blanket draped over his legs.。