Misdirection

In the men's bath, a singular scene took place. A frail, puny, and seemingly small boy stood in front of the water, a towel tied around his hip, Hope stammered."G-Gersey?"

"H-Hi, Mr. Hope."

"What are you doing here?! You're supposed to be in the mansion!"

Hope stood up, as if he had seen a ghost and wanted to confirm the identity of the young boy, the latter shyly hid his body and tried to make his way toward Dora, until he met his gaze.

"... Um... H-Hi, Mr. Dora..."

"... Do I know you?"

Gersey flinched and lowered his arms, looking to the side.

"N-no...I guess..." He sat down next to Hope, dejected. The latter looked at Dora, with the intention of making him change his behavior but he was too used to his temperament to know that it would be useless.

For their part, the girls were surprised by Freya's unexpected return, it had been several weeks since her departure and no one thought she would return.

She took a quick glance at each of them and smiled.

"I see you haven't slac