Chapter 222 - What kind of a person is he?
Zei hadn’t stopped talking since they left the hallway.
"...and then you know what, I turned around and realized my bag was gone. Gone. Like—poof. Just vanished!"
Hana walked beside him, her fingers laced behind her back as she half-listened, her eyes casually sweeping over the bleak hallway walls, already stained from dampness and fingerprints.
"And I’m telling you, I was about to panic when I saw this scrawny kid—maybe eight or nine, okay?—running away with it like he was in some spy movie. I shouted, but the brat ran. Like full sprint."
"Uh huh," Hana mumbled, more focused on the crowd thinning near the cafeteria.
"So obviously I chased him. And then he ducked into the old maintenance shaft. The nerve. And when I finally caught him, the kid bit me. Bit. Look!"
He shoved his hand up at her, proudly displaying a faint red mark on the side of his palm like a war wound.
"Can you believe it? I mean, sure, he probably hasn’t eaten in days but still—biting?! What am I, jerky?!"
"Hmm..."
Zei squinted at her, sensing the shift. "Are you even listening?"
"I was. Mostly." Her gaze had turned sharper, more distant now.