The sun had long since surrendered to the night when Caroline finally dropped Azura off at the Williams house. As soon as the front door clicked shut, Azura bolted up the stairs, took a sharp left into her room, and immediately began tearing through it like a raccoon who'd heard there was a loose french fry somewhere.
She was looking for something.
Something crucial.
Something she'd completely forgotten about for four entire days.
Azura Williams' phone.
She stopped mid-rummage, her hand frozen inside a drawer, and let out a groan that could have woken the dead.
"I am a DISGRACE to the modern age. An absolute EMBARRASSMENT to Gen Z and whatever comes after Gen Z. I deserve to have my internet license revoked. I've been isekai'd into a modern world with TECHNOLOGY, and I've been running around like a medieval peasant trying to solve mysteries with my ACTING and GUT FEELINGS."
