93-Hermosa, where are you?

"What?"

Ray didn't expect Hermosa to ask himself such a question and froze slightly, "Should I say not really..."

"Rather than crying a lot, he's particularly sensitive to certain things, probably more empathetic."

"When I was still in school, I heard that Brent once killed a litter of mice as a freshman for an experiment and felt awful for a very long time.

His roommate peeked at him when he wasn't noticing and found him crying."

"Everyone didn't know what was wrong with him, but when he was asked later, he said that he was thinking that the litter of mice, originally, shouldn't have died."

Ray said, glancing back warily at the sick bay door.

Luckily, Brent was still in rehabilitation and couldn't hear her.

"Hermosa, don't say I told you about this."

"You're afraid he'll be angry with you?"

Hermosa laughed, "Don't worry, he's not that petty."

Hermosa couldn't help but say. She couldn't remember much about her first encounter with him four years ago.

All she remembers is the rainy