The dinner continued but it couldn't be complete without the host.
The Head of House Gray. But he was late as ever. Dean believed it to be a habit of his at this point.
While Dean tried to eat, doing his best to hear himself think in this chaos. Someone approached him.
She sat on his left hand side. And immediately Yuki's eyes went to her. A look of recognition that Dean didn't possess.
The memories he inherited didn't include this one.
"You're quiet," the girl started.
"Am I?" Dean answered with a question.
She tilted her head with a small smile. "Compared to them?" She gestured to the table of giggles, laughter and just perpetual chaos. "Yes you are."
Dean smiled and shrugged as he ate some rice.
"I'm Hana," she said casually.
"Hana…" Dean repeated. Trying to recall it but nothing came.
It was a bit odd to him after all, the girl looked like she was same age as him.
"Dean," he said flatly.
