“…Young Master, it’s morning. Please wake up.”
“Today is the first day of class. If we’re running late…”
“I don’t care… Let me sleep a little longer…”
I’d been awake all night, terrified Shadowmancer might try to stab me in my sleep. So when she finally rose and came to wake me, I feigned a deep slumber, the petty act a deliberate jab at her.
It may seem pointless, but every one of these small cruelties adds to my Scapegoat Karma—the very
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