The Journey of an Ou

"Haze! Don't slack off at the door, come here and help move!",The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,Two more redheads, one with a broom haircut and the other with a plane-shaped haircut, also drew their guns from behind their waists, aiming them at Heather and Iznabi respectively.。