Gastone woke up and realized it was late in the afternoon. He fell asleep after he came and felt his body regain strength.
"I should take a bath," Gastone muttered and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and unconsciously reached for the dirty tissues beside his bed, but they were no longer there, to his surprise.
"Huh, where did they go?" Gastone muttered in confusion and glanced at his trashcan, which seemed to have fewer tissues inside.
Gastone frowned and tried to recall if he had thrown his trash away, but nothing.
"Ah, maybe I just forgot about it," Gastone shrugged. He was about to shower when he smelled Lucia's fainted scent. He stopped and sniffed around, but it vanished faster than he could follow.
Gastone became more confused, but the more he thought of it, the more it didn't make sense. So he went to shower and get dressed, as he wanted to take a short run to the forest.
