C27 The Luxury of Photography on the Monolith

"What do you know?!" Fann Helsing seemed to have found the culprit. He pounced on Lucifinil and pressed her down. "Is it because of you, bastard angel?!"

"Don't spray the angel with your bloody mouth. I didn't do anything!" Lucifinil hid her head under the blanket.

"Take a look at yourself." A fair and tender arm stretched out from the blanket