Aske woke up in bed and suddenly realized he was holding something in his hand.
He opened his eyes, only to find nothing in his arms.
Was it an illusion?
Aske sat up and saw a white mouse on his blanket.
Elizabeth mouse?
No, where would a mouse come from on Fire Island? Who had teleported the mouse here?
The mouse had shiny, sleek white fur, eyes that sparkled like rubies, and its tiny paws and tail were tenderly pink. It was irresistibly cute, almost making one feel "this mouse must be a 'high-value white mouse' even among other mice."
When the mouse noticed Aske looking, it swiftly jumped off the bed, scurried up the desk to the windowsill, and disappeared outside the window at a rapid pace.
Hmm. Aske had guessed the answer.
After he washed up and changed clothes, he went to the living room outside his bedroom.
