“What the hell are you doing?!” One man shouted at another while holding up a sheet of paper. It was the itinerary that Cynthia had...

“Oh.” It’s a familiar ceiling. I blinked and looked up at the ceiling of the cruise ship. It felt like the lingering emotions stirred up...

Since he had promised to follow her wishes no matter what, Massera rubbed his face in distress. “...Understood.” *** Even after entering...