"You have parents?" his bracelet suddenly sounded.
Cail felt offended by that question. "Do you think I just popped out of a rock?" What kind of nonsense is that? Is this bracelet insane?
The Fake God defended himself. "It's just... I can't imagine you being a normal human. It just feels like you popped out of nowhere to create chaos."
He ignored the Fake God and rubbed his hair with a towel. After he finished dressing up, he walked toward his bed and plopped down.
"Aya... This is heaven," he muttered. He buried himself in the blankets and closed his eyes. Finally, he could rest.
He cut off his telepathy with his bracelet and went into a deep sleep.
...
On the floor beneath Cail's room, a conspiracy was happening.
A man was sitting on the bed facing the window. He looked somber as he puffed smoke. If Cail were here, he would have realized that the man looked familiar.
It was the desperate man, the one from whom Cail got the Sleepless artifact in a trade.
