The Adventurers.

The first rays of morning appeared, and a symphony of lyrical bird melodies began to float across the settlement. The streets were softly illuminated by the newly risen sun, which was accompanied by a rush of morning activity. She massaged her groggy eyelids as dawn crept into her chamber. She caught a glimpse of a pearly gleam in the sky through the window. A man with a plague mask waited at the door next to her.

He turns to her and says, “Good morning,” before going back to make her food. She leaps from her bed, rushes, and then suddenly clutches her master's back. She buried her face into her master's back as she said, “It's been long—so long.” When Screw noticed it, he said, “Go back now, and thank you for remembering me.”

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“Happy birthday, Gura. Happy birthday, Gura. Happy birthday! Happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday, Gura!”

“Woah! Thank you,” Gura said, closing her eyes before blowing out the candle. Everyone was partying at the Screw's residence; it has been five years s