As the elevator doors closed, Winnie pressed her slender arms against the walls of the car, burying her face in them.

"Ugh…" She's a foolish girl, letting a good opportunity slip away.

The elevator didn't ascend. Instead, it made a chime and opened again. Winnie instinctively raised her face, the warm light surrounding her dejected, wronged, and exhausted expression.

Van fell silent for a moment.

"...The cardigan."

Winnie snapped out of her daze, quickly took ...