[ post-revival / MEANWHILE, AT THE GOLDEN MANOR ]

[bitchcrafts]

[ In the dining room, someone is drinking away her problems. A few bottles of wine's worth of problems. ]

You know what? I'm too nice... that's my problem. Too damn nice these days. I need to fix it.

[ And then she drains her glass and groans, resting her forehead on her palm. ] Stupid... ihihihi, how stupid.