Avyanne's pov

I woke up early in the morning forgetting the incident of yesterday only to hear the sound of someone whistling. Not softly, not pleasantly more like an attempt to force the morning to pay attention to him, which was exactly what I expected loud, smug, and impossible to ignore.

I was still very much half-asleep when a sharp, cheerful whistling sliced through the quietness of the room. Not just a gentle background music. But it was a tune being dismantled and butchered, note ...