I teleport out of the Item Space and reappear in the Training Room where Melissa cut my hand off, that shebeast.
"Yeesh… thaaat's not a good feeling." The shiver that runs down my spine the moment I appear definitely does a lot to confirm for me the possibility that I might have PTSD now.
I ignore it with expertise, leaving the Training Room to head down to the 1st Floor.
"The stuff I ordered should be arriving anytime soon now. Though it's late, that store is apparently open twenty-four/seven so it's not exactly a problem for them."
I head towards Hazel's table after walking through the corridor, only to find no Hazel.
"Hm… her shift must be up for today."
Instead, there's another young woman, who looks more or less around the same age. Thing is, I'm not particularly familiar with her, so I only wave as I pass by the table. Her eyes gleam and her cheeks flush a little as she awkwardly waves back. Cute.
