“If you’re hungry, make instant noodles yourself! Can’t you see I’m in the middle of a team fight? Stop yelling, you’re so annoying!”
Jason pouted, dropped his backpack, and searched the small apartment. He realized I was nowhere to be found.
He boiled water skillfully and pulled out two cups of ramen.
“Sis, want me to make one for you too?”
“Mm.”
Emily gave a soft hum without raising her head.
Soon, the smell of ramen filled the air.
Only then did Emily pause her game, wolfing down the noodles while still glancing at her phone, afraid she’d miss something.
When she finished, she shoved the empty container onto the coffee table and went straight back to her room.
Jason ate slowly, then his eyes fell on the old punching bag in the corner—the one he always used to practice.
He stood, stretched his wrists and ankles, and walked over. Like greeting an old friend, he slapped the bag twice.
The sound thundered in my ears like an explosion.
My heart leapt to my throat.
No! He’s going to practice!
I tried desperately to move, to make some noise, but my body was numb and unresponsive.
Thud!
The first punch slammed into my abdomen.