Komurin: Aftermath
It was hours after the stampedes, screaming, and explosions had died down that Link ventured back to the canteen. The quiet was ominous, but he knew that the Supervisor's foolish robot had been dealt with, so here he was.
The canteen appeared to be empty now. And for good reason. The tables had been knocked aside or snapped in two, and the remains of food were smeared here and there on the floor--such a waste. Link stepped over a splintered chair and past something that to his trained eye looked like blood.
He was headed in the direction of the raspberry chocolate cake, or at least where it had been. Link had spent hours baking it for Miss Lee's birthday, but neither she nor anyone else had been able to enjoy it. He would rather like to know what had become of it.
The canteen appeared to be empty now. And for good reason. The tables had been knocked aside or snapped in two, and the remains of food were smeared here and there on the floor--such a waste. Link stepped over a splintered chair and past something that to his trained eye looked like blood.
He was headed in the direction of the raspberry chocolate cake, or at least where it had been. Link had spent hours baking it for Miss Lee's birthday, but neither she nor anyone else had been able to enjoy it. He would rather like to know what had become of it.