Confusion

"Creeeeak!"

As Follia opened the door, the room immediately cloaked her in the scent of chocolate and the delicate aroma of freshly brewed lady gray tea.

Follia took in her surroundings, grey counter-tops, pristine white cabinets, fresh herbs brought in speckles of life, complete with checkered kitchen towels.

Jars and tins lined the shelves, most where filled with a variety of tisanes, spices, and other imported ingredients. All labeled and dated with punctilious penmanship.

Follia had only ever seen places like this in magazines.

"Ahh! Is this what people's houses look like?"

she lightheartedly scorned her way of living as she casually ventured further inside.

What? This was technically still inside her own home.

Completely forgetting her original mission, she began making herself busy with figuring out what galangal looked like.

Time here was realized with the small 'tic' of an unseen clock in the room. Follia poured herself a cup of tea, as if she was the owner of this place, and got to work on rearranging the cupboards.

"I wonder where he keeps the snacks?"

***

The more Follia explored, the more she felt ill-at-ease, " everything here was truly perfect..."

Follia noticed that not only was his penmanship flawless, but he also didn't have a single dust bunny in his cupboard.

Tic.

Tic.

Tic.

The clock lazily continued its monotonous job.

Follia continued to look around, by the time she got to the bookshelf, she wasn't surprised to see it in LC classification.

For reasons unknown to her, she began to grow annoyed.

Her search for imperfection yielded no fruit, even though she wanted to find out more about this guy's other weakne- I mean habits.

Tic.

Tic.

Ti- briiiiiiing!'

Follia's eyes became wide at the sudden noise, making her heart jump.

Footsteps could be heard overhead, and Follia realized that there was actually a second-story.

Before Follia could get up off the floor, disown the cup of tea she had been nursing, and perhaps hide, she was greeted with a familiar and piercing gaze.

What was she supposed to do in situations like this again?

"H-hey?"

Follia added a meek wave, which filled her with even more regret.

"What are you doing here?"

Follia observed a slightly confused and startled person, looking at her as if she had trespassed.

Biting the inside of her cheek Follia looked around, 'Wait. Why am I here again?' She backtracked to how she got here.

"Oh yeah! Those awful little things!"

She turned to each side looking for the bag she came in with, "Tadaa.~"

Follia pulled the now wrinkled and damp bag of cold chestnuts out as if she was saying, 'take them, or I'll take your life.'

"What? What is that?"

"A peace offering?"

"For what?"

"For you, you twat."

Follia's head began to spin with confusion, what was this feeling in her chest?

She had no reason to fear him, so why did her instincts tell her to gouge out his eyes and run?

A burning smell twinged the air in the room and before Follia could do anything rash, Satan ran into the kitchen, leaving her in the room and total in confusion.

'What was that?'