His Whereabouts

Wendy shoulder-threw the masked man the moment she arrived next to him. She didn't know if the suspiciously armed man just thought she was harmless or what, but he ended up with dislocated shoulder after the throw.

'He should be not getting up soon...' While catching her breath a bit, she thought, consequently considering to take away any weapon from this assailant.

She was about to execute this plan when out of nowhere, a person she didn't expect to see there appeared. It was that pretty-faced who should be at the dorm, either cleaning or resting. Yet he was here. Gawking at her, agape. Did she see correctly that a handgun was in his two hands?

'...Damn.'

When the realization hit her, her expression changed from surprise to a grim one. She also didn't like the feeling when she saw his face, this time not because he was almost more good looking than her, but that he shouldn't be here.