Kyan strolled out of the room that morning with the most blank, dry, emotionally-dead expression ever known to mankind.
Not a single smile. Not even a blink that said I'm alive.
He looked like a walking heartbreak in a hoodie.
Ace glanced up from his spot on the bed, still half asleep. "Damn, Softie, did someone step on your heart or your face?"
Dante and Roco exchanged looks.
"Why you walking like your soul left your body?" Roco asked, poking fun. "You get dumped in your dreams?"
"I'm not in the mood," Kyan mumbled, brushing past them, eyes heavy, lips pressed in a tight line.
He grabbed a random cap, shoved it on his head, and left without another word.
Roco blinked. "Uh-oh. He's in his silent episode again."
Dante nodded. "Yup. Someone's going through it."
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Kyan walked into the kitchen like a ghost—just a lifeless body moving with no actual spirit inside. He grabbed a knife and started chopping vegetables like they had personally offended him.
Chop. Chop. Chop.
