Eden let out another sigh.
She was pacing back and forth in her room after she had finally changed into something more comfortable. She had thrown the pink strass top across the room and instead, put on a black turtleneck and some comfortable denim pants with black leather boots. She definitely liked this outfit a lot better than the one from before.
As usual, Dante was watching her from afar, leaning on the kitchen counter and following her movements with a complex, indecipherable expression.
"It doesn't make sense," she muttered. "The Architect died years ago– way more than just two years ago. I get that Loir has no concept of time and he was already hiding in a basement before I met him, so he's probably got it all mixed up… but even if that was four, five, or even six years ago, w
