97 Unmasked

"Can someone tell me how is she poor in direction? She clearly knows where she wanted to go, doesn't she?"

Kazehaya Gin's inquiry rang in the room, which was rendered silent as everyone stared accusingly at Koharu. The girl in question, on the other hand, was not able to say anything since the evidence was solid. She couldn't lie her way out of this. Her actions recorded in the surveillance were conspicuous.

She looked ashen, her eyes glazed as her fingers fiddled nervously on her lap. There was a hundred percent certainty those hands were cold and clammy. In all the years this sly female had been using and fooling people, she had never been caught – or even if she was, she'd never been put on the spot since she could always worm her way out of any situation by pretending to be either innocent or ignorant.