Disclaimer: The Promised Neverland does not belong to me. It is property of Posuka Demizu and Kaiu Shirai.

Act 10

I turned around, ready to leave, and froze in my spot upon seeing the familiar white-haired boy standing in the doorway with his eyebrows furrowed in a complicated expression; something halfway between confusion and concern.

"…What are you doing, Anna?" he finally asked, breaking the awkward silence between us. Dread settled in my stomach.

Had I screwed up somehow?!

…

…

No, no, that couldn't be. I could just play this off! I just had to answer quickly and in the right way. No pressure…!

I pushed on a quick smile, trying to put myself forward as innocently as possible.

"I was looking for a book I'd taken out from here a few weeks ago. I couldn't find it in my bedside table so I thought maybe I left it up in the nook, since I read there a lot." I said, letting the words spill out as soon as they formed in my head.

Norman glanced up at the nook curiously in response, and after another quiet moment, he asked, "Did you find it, then?"

I shook my head, ducking it low, "It wasn't there. Maybe Mama found it and put it back in the shelves… B-But I guess it's a bit late for reading, now, isn't it? Dinner will be ready soon. Is that why you were looking for me?" I asked him.

Norman smiled, nodding and looking appeased, "Yeah. It's at times like this, with unknown variables like the new Sister coming in, that we need to be extra careful not to act suspiciously. It'd probably be a good idea to not be seen doing too much research on your own. Ask Emma, Ray or me to pitch in, if you need to." He said to me.

I nodded, sheepish, "Yeah. We've got another set of eyes to avoid now… I'll be more careful, Norman. And I'll definitely think about it!" I agreed, and walked towards him, "Let's go?" I asked him.

Norman nodded his head, but there was something in his eyes as we caught each other's gaze while passing each other, that told me this situation wasn't as resolved as I'd hoped it would be.

A lump formed in my throat, my heartbeat picking up, as I felt Norman's eyes on my back as he followed me to the dining hall that evening.

"You two sure took your time coming to dinner," Ray commented that evening after dinner was finished, while he, Norman and I worked together to clean the dishes in the sink off to the side of the dining hall.

"Anna was looking for a book she misplaced, but it looks like she couldn't find it. Right, Anna?" Norman explained, and looked over to me to respond

I nodded quietly, "I'll try looking for it again later on. It's not a big deal." I shrugged my shoulders, feeling tense but trying not to show it.

The sound of kids giggling and talking to Sister Crone distracted our attentions, and we glanced over our shoulders to see her.

"The kids already seem to love her," Norman said.

"Yeah, they do." Ray agreed, "Other than figuring out the tracking devices… We also need to think of a way to get everyone out of here." He added.

"Yeah…" Norman absently agreed, looking as though he had a lot on his mind. I grimaced, hiding my expression from view by turning away and focusing on the dishes I was washing.

"If we want to outmaneuver the two adults, it's not like it's enough to just trick them." Ray continued, and Norman agreed with him again, "The demons are definitely nearby. We are their assets, their high-quality goods. They would never leave us too far away."

"The biggest concern is the demons being notified…" Norman said quietly.

At this comment, Ray picked up one of the forks he was washing, "There's only one way to stop that. Mama and the Sister will have to be…" he trailed off, but his intent was clear.

I shuddered, "I don't think that's a good idea, Ray." I quickly whispered to him, and Norman.

Ray looked at me, "Why do you think that?" he asked, while Norman observed me for my answer.

I dried my hands, biting my lip anxiously, "What if there's some sort of failsafe for them dying that we don't know about yet? What if the second Mama drops dead, their headquarters are notified immediately? Even if it was of natural causes, they wouldn't want a situation like that, where a bunch of their merchandise was left unsupervised and distressed with a dead Mama." I said to them quietly, "Of course, they'll have thought of that so they can quickly send a replacement Mama or something." I added.

The boys' gazes hardened, as they took in the information and digested it. When they finished, their expressions became grim, frustrated.

"Damn… You're probably right." Ray nodded, dropping the fork back into the water as if discarding that idea completely.

"We'll just have to think of something else." Norman sighed.

"Think of something else?" A new voice behind us made us jump a little in surprise. We craned our heads up to look at the new participant in the conversation.

Sister Crone.

She gave us a big grin, but it looked more like a smirk, to me.

"You three are Norman, Ray and Anna, correct?" she asked us, hands on her hips.

"Yes…" Norman replied.

"I heard that the three of you, and Emma, are always getting perfect scores in the tests. Is that right?" she asked us.

Ray nodded, "That's right…" he replied.

Crone brought her hands up to clap together, still grinning, "That's amazing!" she said merrily, and held out her hand to shake ours, one by one, "It's nice to meet you three. I hope that we'll get along from here onwards!" she added, as we took turns shaking her hand, which was much larger than ours were.

After a few more back and forth comments between the three of us and Sister Crone, the older woman soon let us be, and we relaxed a little.

"Do you think she heard more than that last part?" I asked.

Norman shook his head, "No, I don't think she heard what you said. Otherwise she wouldn't have spoken to us, I think. When she said, 'think of something else', she was likely trying to get more information out of us, but I think we managed to avoid it." He replied.

I hummed, and then thought of something, "Um… Where'd Emma go?" I asked Norman.

Ray answered for him, "She went to check on Carol and the other babies with Gilda," he told me and I looked at him; instead of saying any more, he tapped his ear subtly, disguising it as scratching an itch.

Ah… So, she and Gilda were checking the children, and she was searching for the entrance wound from the tracking devices right now. She'd probably tell the rest of us about her findings tomorrow.

"But our ears, eh?" Norman hummed thoughtfully, when we gathered the next day during play time to compare notes.

"Yeah, no one would notice it. Although now that I know, I can feel it." Ray commented as he felt his ear for the tracking device that was implanted there.

"I never knew about a mark from when they took our blood." Norman added and Emma agreed.

"Me neither," She said.

"So, a mark that disappears that quickly, huh?" Norman asked, frowning as he too felt for the device.

"Yeah. It really does disappear fast. And I never even expected it. Sorry, guys." Emma replied, looking uncomfortable.

"No, you did well, Emma!" I quickly said, patting her back and smiling encouragingly.

"Yeah! We know the location, shape and size now! We can finally move on to the next step!" Norman followed up what I said, agreeing.

We all looked at one another seriously, and as if we'd planned it, we all ended up nodding at the same time.

"How to break it," we all concluded, and Norman nodded an additional time before he continued.

"How do we do that, though? If we were to remove it to check it out, it'll probably similar to what you talked about yesterday, right Anna?" he prompted, turning to me

"Yeah. They'll probably be notified immediately." I nodded, clarifying for Emma, since she wasn't around at the time.

"My heart skipped a beat earlier… when Mama touched my ear." Emma said shakily, rubbing her own ear, "She always touches there… I wonder if that's what she's been doing, all along? If she was always checking, to see if the devices were still there...?" she asked us.

"Maybe," Ray answered, "The signal can't specify an individual without confirming, she can't tell where we are. Even if we get close to the gate or walls, it doesn't even notify her. The tracking devices in our ears, aren't really that useful. But they still have them implanted. Why is that?"

"They must be confident that they can come after us as long as the tracking device is intact. Even if we were to secretly go past the gate or the walls." I replied, fiddling with one of my braids.

"Wait," Norman spoke up, getting a thought, "So that means if it were to notify them, it'd only be when the tracking device is destroyed?" he added, looking from one of us to another.

"What?" Emma blinked, caught a little bit off guard.

"Yeah, that's a possibility." Ray nodded minutely.

"W-What do you guys mean?" Emma asked, her head darting back and forward between Norman and Ray.

At this, Ray turned to Emma, ready to explain,

"If it's destroyed, they can't find us. As long as they're intact, they can capture us. Then, it's logical that they would be notified immediately only when it's broken. Like with an alarm or something." He told Emma.

"So, if we destroy it, Mama will be notified?" Emma asked.

"Well, that's only if the notification function actually exists." Ray said, shrugging his shoulders.

"But if you think that Mama purposely let us know about the existence of the tracking devices, then we can't dismiss it so easily." Norman frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Yeah, and it's risky to mess with it or break it." Ray confirmed.

"Then, if we're going to destroy it, it has to be when we're escaping." I jumped in, "It has to be right at the last minute, so Mama has as little time to react as possible. We need to catch her off guard if that's going to work." I added, and Norman and Ray agreed with me.

"What?! But how will we figure out how to destroy it?!" Emma paled, looking worried.

It was a valid question…which Ray had already accounted for.

"Actually, for that… This shape and size brings something to mind. So, can you leave this issue to me." Ray asked us, looking cool and composed.

"You sure that it's okay?" Norman tilted his head questioningly.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Ray nodded his head resolutely.

"If… you say so… then I'll leave it to you." Norman nodded, "Now, about taking everyone outside with us – the problem is that everyone completely trusts Mama. And they probably won't be able to handle the truth." Norman continued, and I saw him look to Emma as he said it. He was clearly concerned, since he knew Emma wanted to have all of the kids escape this place.

"So, do we have to lie to them to take them outside?" Emma asked, her voice sounding tight with anxiety. I felt my own throat tighten when I thought about it, too.

Don and Gilda were close friends of mine now, just as the three with me were though not as much, and I really hated the fact that, as the story goes, we were going to lie to them about what happened to Dominic, to get them on our side.

I really didn't want to do it.

When the time comes, which is pretty soon, I don't know if I'll even be able to say much to contribute to this false story they were going to sell the two ten-year-olds, to save their feelings.

It totally wasn't the way to go about it, in my books.

I wanted to cut in, and say that no, we shouldn't lie to them, but then I realized that I probably didn't have any right to tell them that.

After all, I've been keeping plenty of secrets from everyone here for years, now. I'm the biggest liar out of all of us. That's probably why I don't want to be a part of this one to Don and Gilda in the first place.

I gripped my hands tight, holding them in front of my chest, and kept quiet in order to calm myself down, so my anxiety didn't show if I were to speak again.

The three of them continued, unaware of my thoughts on the matter.

"There's also the problem of insufficient abilities. In other terms, they're a hindrance." Ray said matter-of-factly.

"Ray! You take that back!" Emma gasped, finding it offensive.

"But it's the truth." Ray insisted, "Some of them aren't good at physical activities. And we have babies that can barely walk," he pointed out logically.

"Not to mention Carol can't even crawl yet," I said softly, swallowing my anxiety with all I had, and looked to them; no doubt my worries were shining through despite my best efforts, but hopefully, it would play to my advantage; "But about that…! I've actually been thinking about a way to solve that issue. And there's a way we can do it without raising too much suspicion from Mama or Sister, too!" I added.

"Is that…" Ray's gaze sharpened as if in recognition, though I'm not a mind reader, so I didn't know if we were truly on the same page.

Regardless, I nodded, "Please listen! I'll need your help to flesh out this idea more fully!" I implored them.

Emma nodded, smiling encouragingly at me, "Let's hear it, Anna! What do you have?!" she asked, glad to hear any solutions to her dilemma.

I immediately jumped into explaining the basic idea of the 'tag training' I'd been attempting to start on my own ahead of time, with little success, and asked the three eleven year olds to assist in fleshing my bare bone version of what had been done in Canon, and Emma, Norman and reluctantly, Ray agreed to help, pitching in their ideas.

Emma was especially enthusiastic about the idea. Naturally so, as it was technically originally her own idea in the original story as it had gone without my interference. Heck, she'd probably been thinking about it, too and had been thrilled to hear a 'kindred spirit' agreeing with her.

In the end, the Tag Training was finally fully planned.

Now, the next step was to convince the other kids that this version of Tag will be super fun and get them to unknowingly take part in the training.

We all split into three teams with Emma, Ray and myself. Norman was to be 'it' for this training exercise, in order to motivate people with the idea of being able to evade Norman, the best at playing tag despite being less athletic. Don was especially excited about getting one over on one of his 'rivals'.

Emma focused on training the children's athleticism, showing them how to weave through trees and jump and climb over obstacles quickly and with fluidity.

Ray gave the kids ideas for tricking the one who is it and escaping, with ideas like making fake tracks, and listening for the wind, etc.

I did my best to employ a mix of both with my group. I wasn't as athletic as Emma, though I was decent enough and I trusted my reflexes enough to teach the others with me.

I'd asked to have Don and Conny with me in my group, and the wish was granted as we all split into three groups. After all, I had promised Isabella that I would talk to them, since they'd been worried about me for a little bit, now.

Don and Conny approached me together, after being assigned to my group by Emma.

"Heyyy, Anna!" Don called as he walked over.

Conny waved her hands at me, "Anna, we're on the same team!" she squealed, excited to play.

I smiled, laughing a little, and nodded, "Are you guys ready for a whole new way of playing Tag? Me, Emma, Norman and Ray thought really hard on how to make the game more fun and challenging for both sides." I chattered.

"I'm really excited! It sounds hard, but like it'll be lots of fun." Conny agreed.

"Ray said there were some tricks that you could show us, too. Can't wait to pull one over on him and Norman." Don nodded, grinning. I laughed, and just nodded, glad they were both so receptive to the idea. Don's grin suddenly disappeared, though, and all of a sudden, he looked more seriously, catching me off guard.

As it turned out, he was the one to broach the situation, his concern shining through in his eyes as he began to speak,

"Hey listen, Anna… I… Me and Conny have been super worried about you, lately. You've seemed down, like, you haven't been yourself ever since Mama said Dominic was getting adopted a couple weeks ago. And also, you even got super sick that night, didn't you? Are you okay now?" Don asked me, putting his hands on my shoulders and rubbing comforting circles into them with his thumbs.

Conny nodded, looking sad as she reached out and grabbed my sleeve, tugging lightly,

"Is your tummy still hurting, Anna?" she asked with a small, but worried sounding voice.

In reaction to their sincere concern, I furrowed my brows as I felt my eyes stinging at threatening tears.

Acting upon it immediately, I pulled both Don and Conny into a tight hug, startling them.

Don stiffened in surprise, but Conny returned the hug wholeheartedly, as best she could.

"Yes, I'm okay now! My tummy isn't hurting anymore. Thank you so much for worrying about me, you two!" I told them.

Don's posture relaxed, ever so slightly, though he was still awkward, and he hugged back with one hand, while the other was raised to scratch his cheek shyly.

"I-It was nothing someone else wouldn't say… But I'm glad you're feeling better." He said and I pulled away. I noticed through his tanned skin, that his cheeks were slightly flushed.

I smiled, and nodded, "Yeah!" I said, and my eyes became a little sadder, "I just miss Dominic, you know? It was so sudden. I don't know why Dominic's adoption notice affected me so badly," A blatant lie, "Maybe it was because I'd started spending more time with him recently, and… and I was writing a story that he'd requested, about treasure hunting and pirates, which I was excited to read when we had our story times, you know?" I explained to them, and they nodded.

Don's eyes softened in sympathy, "I know, it really sucks and we can't predict these kinda things. I'm sure Dominic would've loved your story and heck, maybe one day you'll meet him again and you can tell him it then! What was it called?" he asked.

I smiled, feeling bittersweet at his words, "Treasure Planet. It's pirates, but in outer space." I answered him.

"Whoa, sounds cool!" Don beamed.

Conny nodded, smiling, "It sounds like something he'd like! Oh, I know! Let's ask Thoma and Lani if you can read it to them sometime!" she suggested.

Don turned to her, bobbing his head up and down in agreement, "That sounds like a great idea, Conny! Those guys still play pirates ever since they heard Anna's Peter Pan, so I'll bet they'll love Treasure Planet, too!" he exclaimed, and turned to me, giving me an encouraging smile and nod.

"Thanks, guys…" I said softly, feeling grateful. They were trying so hard to cheer me up.

I can't say it wasn't working. I really loved these guys… and I'm so, so glad Conny is still with us.

As I thought about it, I reached out and patted Conny's head, messing her hair up a little, to which she squealed and giggled, grabbing my hand with her smaller ones. Not long after, a few more kids filtered over to our group, and when I glanced at Emma and Ray with their own groups, I saw them smiling and nodding at me.

Ahhh… I'm surrounded by such good kids, aren't I…? In a way, despite the bad situation I'd been born into, I'd at least been brought in with the best possible people.

I'm glad for the tiny blessings I am given.

Things had been going well. It was all fun and games, and training and preparation, until Crone decided that she wanted to join in with us. And by that I mean, she wanted to do some reconnaissance under the guise of playing with us.

She approached us as we were resting between games of tag, on the third day of the new Tag Training game.

She had a big Cheshire grin on her face; one that probably flew under the radar of those who didn't know what this place was, and what was really happening.

"Playing tag? How fun. Let me join." Crone asked with a sugar sweet voice.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Ray frowned, suspicious of the older woman.

"I want to get to know everyone. So, let's play tag!" Crone explained, raising her hands to gesture as her shadow cast over us.

"Did she come to interfere? Or to spy on us?" Ray asked quietly, leaning in to whisper the question into Norman's ear.

"It's not a problem. She won't find anything." Norman whispered back, "It's just a high-level game of tag. There's nothing for her to interfere with," he said with confidence, smiling slightly.

I nodded, "On the contrary… this is our chance." I said, agreeing quietly with him.

"Right…! Our chance to get to know the enemy!" Emma said, and thankfully, it was still quiet enough for Crone not to hear it.

We quickly got back to Crone, letting her know we had agreed to let her join in. She looked quite pleased, to say the least, and went about setting up the rules.

"This match will have a time limit of 20 minutes. I'm 'it'. Try to get away from me." Crone explained slowly with a clear voice, for the children to understand.

Everyone nodded in agreement, the smaller kids cheering excitedly that they couldn't wait to play with the Sister.

And thus, followed the most anxiety-filled game of Tag I'd ever taken part in in either of my lives. It was like being chased be a very hungry Bear and I swore up and down that I could sense bloodlust rolling off her. Just as the original Anna had, I was quickly captured by Crone, but at least I managed to let Don carry Conny away. A bold sacrifice of my pride, if I said so myself.

I soon after found myself sulking quietly with the other 'captured' kids outside of the forest, bemoaning the fact that I'd been caught so soon. These little nine-year-old legs of mine just couldn't compete with Crone's Olympic track star-like legs, after all.

I'd just have to hold onto the fact that I managed to dodge her first attempt of grabbing me in the first place, even if it was by a hair and likely pure, dumb luck.

I sighed out exasperatedly, and heard someone collapse on the grass next to me with an even louder, more exasperated sigh.

I glanced over to see it had been Don, and a much quieter Conny, who looked quite worn out – the poor thing.

My heartstrings thoroughly tugged by the tuckered out Conny, I lolled my head to the side to face them,

"We both all got caught, huh?" I asked softly with a smile.

Don wiped his forehead that had been dripping with sweat, still panting quite heavily, and gulped down before answering.

"I thought I was doing so well, too! But Emma, Norman and Ray are still in there." Don whined, upset at being knocked out before them.

I chuckled, "Then they'll just have to get revenge for us, right? You two did better than me, at least! Conny, are you okay?" I asked the little girl.

The blonde took this opportunity to whine a little too, but it was cute.

"Anna! My legs are hurting and I'm all sweaty!" she told me, rolling closer to me.

I smiled and petted her hair, noting it was damp with sweat, too, "We'll have to make sure to do some stretches after we've rested a little, so our legs don't hurt even more later on. And tonight, you can take a bath with me, Conny!" I replied, and Conny grinned, nodding and looking excited. She hugged into my side.

"Okay! I'll stretch real good, promise!" she said and my heart became a diabetes infused puddle of cuteness.

Eventually, the twenty minutes of the Tag game were up, and as Don, Conny, a disqualified Emma, a few other kids and I were finishing up our post-exercise stretches, Crone, Ray and Norman emerged from the woods, having evaded capture by the Sister completely.

It's the small victories that count.

Sister would continue planting herself in our games of tag over the next few days, and her participation was a significant boost in our training, whether she realized it or not.

"These last few days, it's become more apparent that it's imperative to move in formations and teams, when the time comes for our escape. Our chances of escaping improved over our second and third tries against Sister." Norman whispered.

Ray nodded, "We shouldn't make teams based solely on who we like most. We need to create teams so that the kids can cover each other's weaknesses depending on what they're good at or not good at." He said.

"But we know a bit more about Mama's intentions, from her actions over the past 10 days or so." Norman noted, changing the subject once it was clear everyone agreed with what Ray had proposed.

"What do you mean?" Emma asked.

"Basically, Mama should have been able to identify that the targets are us four already. That it was you, me and Anna, and that Ray joined us soon after." Norman answered the red-head.

"Identify?" Emma tilted her head curiously, "Not roughly have an idea or suspect?" she asked.

"I'm sure she was able to identify." Norman shook his head.

"But why do you think so?" Emma asked him for clarification.

"Many reasons, but… It's easiest to see by how she's using Sister Crone. If she hadn't identified the targets and wanted to still do so, then there's no way she wouldn't watch at least the eldest three kids." Norman explained, "But Mama has no intention of specifying the targets and she's letting us do as we wish. But that's also weird, right?"

"Right. Then, what was the purpose of observing how I responded that first time?" Emma asked, after nodding in agreement, "There's no way to figure out which three of us it was from the tracker. And even if she identified us, she's letting us do what we want…!"

Ray stepped up to speak, "But what if there's already a different person watching us nearby?" he asked us, looking between Emma and I, "That's what Norman is trying to say. She doesn't even have to make Sister Crone watch us. There's probably a traitor, amongst us kids," he said and my eyes drifted over to Norman after getting a chill down my spine.

I'd thought I'd felt Norman's eyes on her for a moment but I'd hoped I was wrong.

My intuition was sadly not incorrect, and my throat tightened as his blue eyes started into my own. I found myself clutching the bottom of my shirt in response.

Oh no… Please don't let Norman suspect me of being the spy instead of Ray…! I don't know how I can get things back on track without letting go of some of my secrets…!

I'm still too nervous to do that… but if Norman confronts me about it, it'll be his trust in me at stake.

If that happens, no matter how worried about his response I'll be, I'll have to face him nonetheless.

"Wait! No way… a source of information?" Emma turned pale as she took in the information.

"But.. What do we do from now on? Let's say we find that source of information…" Ray began, humming in thought.

"What about winning over Don and Gilda?" Norman's finally left mine as he turned to put forward the idea to the three of us, or more predominantly, towards Ray and Emma.

No… I don't want this.

"If those two are the source of information for Mama…" Ray

"Revealing the source of information and getting Don and Gilda to join us… can be done simultaneously. If there's a spy, we can use that person as a trump card." Norman explained his plan.

Ray mulled over the idea, before breathing out, "We can manipulate the information and confuse the enemy… And it's not impossible to create a situation that works out in our favour."

"Exactly. I already made arrangements for that." Norman said with a smile.

"Heyyyy~!" Don's voice suddenly called out from a little way away, "We've got enough rest! Let's go to round 2!" he ushered us over, eager to continue playing tag while it was still light out.

"She's got things under control. That's why Mama isn't making a move, even if she knows the targets." Ray said, as he waved in acknowledgement to Don and the other kids, before continuing, "As long as we don't make a big move… Mama doesn't intend to ship us out immediately, or even get in the way of our plan to escape." He concluded.

"Ray… How are things coming along with breaking the tracking devices?" Norman asked after a thoughtful pause.

"It's going well." Ray reported, nodding.

"How long do you need to get them finished?" Norman asked another question.

"About 2 weeks… no, if I have 10 days, I can probably take care of it." Ray answered, looking confident.

Norman nodded to himself, looking as though he'd decided on something, "Okay. Then, let's do it in 10 days," he announced to us, dropping that bombshell on Ray and Emma.

"What…?" Ray widened his eyes, alarmed and surprised.

"We'll make our escape in 10 days' time, on November 8th." Norman didn't falter, repeating his declaration to us, "First, we'll bring in Gilda and Don. We'll do that tonight. And Anna?" Norman asked, abruptly turning to me.

I jumped, anxiety spiking, "Y-Yes…?" I asked him, nervous.

Norman pushed up a smile; whether he was trying to reassure me or trick me, I don't know; and continued, "After we're done talking to Don and Gilda tonight, can we speak one-on-one? I'd like your advice." He asked.

Dread pooled up in my gut, as I slowly nodded my head.

And I found myself wondering, if it was a good idea to tell Norman the real truth…Did I want to show him my notebooks…?

Maybe… it wouldn't be so bad?

Regardless, my ultimate goal is to not lose Norman's faith. I had a lot of thinking to do during dinner tonight. I had to come to a decision, fast, and hope it was the right one to ensure Norman didn't shut me out.

I found my mom's words, ones she'd utter over and over again as I was growing up, back when I was Lucy, echoing in my head, and they resounded.

'Honesty is the best policy.'

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…Honesty, huh?

Just how honest was I willing to be, with Norman, in order to salvage this…?

Onigiriri: Sorry for the long wait! I've really struggled this month with anxiety, but I've changed my medication and upped the dose slightly and it's really been a miracle turnaround. I've been feeling a lot better this past week and a half and have managed to get this done before I entered into another month, thankfully.

I hope it was worth the wait and you guys enjoyed it! Please let me know what you thought in a review and let me know if you're excited for Norman and Anna's confrontation which should be in the next chapter if pacing goes well!

Loves of love, from onigiriri! xxx

(~September 30th, 2020.)