Repentence to Worth
So, one night, I decided to pay Saya a visit. I knew that she was likely still poring over the books in her dorm room, desperately searching for something that would lead her to the answers she so desperately sought. With a knock on her door, I awaited her response.
She opened the door; her eyes widened in surprise. "Oliver? What are you doing here?"
I smirked, leaning against the door frame. "I thought I'd check in on you, see how the quest for truth is going."
Her face flushed with anger, but she stepped aside, allowing me to enter her room. It was a mess of books and papers, evidence of her relentless pursuit.
"Look, Oliver, I know you don't care about any of this," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "But I do. And I need your help."
I raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued for the first time in a long while. "Oh? And what can I do to assist the great detective?"