Where is she?

Today, when Ditun walked into Maximum's home, the demon was resting on his bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling ahead. Unlike other days, he wasn't smoking tobacco, which was a relief to Ditun. At times he wondered if Maximum talked with his brain when he smoked the damn thing.

However, today Ditun was in a hot mood, his blood pumping with fury as he strode into the room, ignoring the demon's glare shot at him.

"This is not your home, Ditun. Stop coming and going whenever you please," Maximum tsked, sitting up from the bed and watching as the demon paced about. He could feel the anger emitting from Ditun and wondered what could have put the demon on edge.

"I do not have time to be wasted here," Ditun began, glaring at Maximum. After controlling himself for a bit, he stood in front of Maximum and narrowed his eyes, "Where is she?" His voice was on edge, not hiding the anger.