(Raya’s POV)
It was a disaster, one after the other.
My phone’s alarm clock did not do its only job, but then, I can only blame myself, because how would the blo0dy calculator know that it was supposed to wake me up? Yes, I wrote 630 on the calculator, instead of setting my alarm at 6:30 a.m. and only my bladder saved me from sleeping until my next lifetime.
I must have been so tired when I set it up.
Anyway, I had a moment of panic when I woke up this morning and did not recognise the room. Then everything came rushing back and I sighed as I stood up to go to the bathroom, doing my early morning ablutions in a rush so I could start paying my debt for last night’s dinner and lodgings.
My clothes had not yet dried after I washed them last night so I decided the bathrobe would do while
