After finishing, she returned to her room, sitting on the edge of her bed, her shoulders slightly relaxed, her thoughts drifting back toward work.
She created three hundred bullets.
One by one.
Click after click.
The faint system sounds echoed in her head.
When she was done, she lay down and tried to sleep.
But she couldn't sleep. She rolled left and right. Minutes turned into an hour, and an hour turned into two.
Kiara was half asleep but not fully.
Grabbing her pillow, Kiara got out of her bed and walked outside. At that moment, sleep-deprived Kiara didn't even think of right or wrong; she didn't weigh any consequences. She just walked down the corridor and then opened the adjacent room's door.
