After school hours, Jonea sneaks off into the art club room. Only there did Jonea find peace and joy.
"Axel was right," Jonea muttered. "The art club room has never been visited by students. No one is willing to join the art club. At least I got lucky. Because it still has a place to think and design my plans without the interference of others."
Jonea carried her bag, which contained painting equipment. She grabbed the bag as she walked briskly across the garden. Occasionally Jonea would pay attention to her surroundings to ensure no other students would follow her.
Jonea reached into her trouser pocket for her keys. She got the art room key from Axel. Because Axel is the only member of the art club and the club president.
"Now, the official club members are just the two of us!" Jonea
