WHY DON'T WE KILL HER?

Lise walked down the corridor late at night because she couldn't fall asleep with a lot of things roaming around her mind, therefore she came out to get fresh air when she saw a room with its door slightly ajar.

Lise walked past it, but then she stopped in her tracks when she realized it was Gael, who was sleeping on a couch, his head tilted in a strange angle that made her furrow her brows.

He would get a strained neck if he continued sleeping in that position for a long time.

Somehow, Lise even managed to see the wrinkle on his brows and the way he breathed heavily, as if even in his sleep, he couldn't get enough peace.

Lise pushed the door wider and walked quietly inside the room.

But, she stopped in the middle of the room and contemplated for a while whether she needed to continue to look at him or she could just leave the room immediately, since it was clear that she had nothing to do even if she entered the room.