Literature
Origins: Wammy's H.Epilogue 2
Kimberly glanced sidelong at her mysterious new charge. Intensely red hair, split lip, distant attitude. Her attempts to start conversation had all been rebuffed with monosyllables and silent nods, so she had decided to leave him be.
He hadn't moved a muscle since then. He was leaning his head against the window, staring listlessly at the passing scenery. He wore sunglasses, even though dusk was turning into full dark outside. There was a handheld game dangling from his fingertips, but he had made no move to turn it on.
He was a mystery, all right. Roger's frantic call, begging her to come pick him up today; the instruction not to