Stuck On Here
Chapter 12: Story

Floren has seen a lot of things over the years. She is indeed the daughter of the Katana family, a Katana Young Miss. His full name is Floren Starch Katana, for the sake of following the culture of the people in Lourch family they eliminate their respective middle names, leaving the Katana clan behind her—without anyone realizing that one of the Katana clan members disappeared, all forgot like memory loss.

Knowing the middle name he likes is eliminated only because of the culture of their new residence. Floren was a little disappointed, making him want to know what kind of city he was living in now.

Floren likes to sneak out the Katana manor, just to get around town. Everything is different, whether it's clothing or speech. Slowly Floren began to follow the manner of speech of the people in East Lourch. He only knew there was an Eastern Lourch, but always raised a question in his mind.

"If there is an East, the opponent must be the West. But what does West Lourch have?"

Floren does not want to bother, he likes this city and its peaceful atmosphere. There's a lot he's seen. She's not a cowardly girl to be escorted like most Young Miss.

Now that supposition is lost in itself—eliminates his opinion. Her body trembled violently, her tiny long arms hugged the knees that were also shaking, her amber eyes staring blankly, as if there was nothing out there.

His hair was still disheveled, his eyes were shining around his room. Making sure that he is still there—still in the real world, his room—He breathed a sigh of relief even though he was still slightly shaking.

Rola, opened the door and brought a cup of green tea and some cookies. Put it on a wooden table. Then approached Floren who was still bending his knees over the bed.

"Miss?"

Floren almost screamed in shock, if only not to look first. He breathes more freely when he knows there are other people nearby. Slowly he straightened his legs. Trying to relax his originally tense, extremely tense muscles.

"Thank you, Rola." Lirih Floren while lowering her feet trying to trace the floor convinced herself, the floor felt a little warm because of the reflection of sunlight.

I'm back to thinking Floren, safely.

Rola lowered her head despite not understanding the meaning of that word of thanks. He thought for a moment about what made his young master look frightened, He could not help his curiosity, suddenly chanted, "Miss, nightmare? What did Miss see? I saw Miss sweating coldly, I was anxious so immediately woke up, sorry if I was careless to disturb the sleep No——"

"No. I mean you're not wrong, thanks for waking me up, Rola." cut Floren fast. Not wanting Rola to talk more, the waiter in West Lourch was always excessive to his employer, Floren thought all along.

"Rola, is there a house call? I'm gonna call someone, "he asked.

Rola nodded, "There's Miss, next to the door next to the phone. Miss wants me to call her?"

"No, I called myself. I'll take a shower, I'll be out." Pinta Floren tried to get the waiter away from her so as not to hear what she wanted to say on the phone.

After Rola got into the bathroom, Floren walked out to where the house phone was, pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and dialed the phone number as per the one on the paper.

"Ha-hello, sorry. We should meet at the Book Hall, now."

***

Andreas has just, put down the phone handle after contacting one of his messengers, pembisisif—informan. As the phone rang again, another call, the voice of a woman he knew so well.

Floren Katana's.

He put the phone down as soon as the call was over. Hurry to his room, take a coat, because the weather is a little cloudy.

He walked out of the mansion, just as Kendrick got off his horse.

"Where are you going? Just wanted to invite Lord Willson to discuss meng——"

"The girl called." pukas Andreas was on target, Kendrick silently waiting for the continuation, "The voice sounded stuck in the throat, you know what that means?" Andreas asked as he buttoned his coat slightly flying in the wind.

"He was scared, out of something bad, creepy. Probably the most normal, creepy nightmare, but why?" Kendrick's forehead shriveled finely.

"She called me, she said she wanted to meet at the Book Hall, she just called me because I gave her the home phone number. He sent, um.. asked us, to get there. Looks like there's something interesting, let's go to Felman's mansion first."

***

Lucas shook his head, "We got in the car, only fit four people, Valerie was even angry if it stuck later,"

Kendrick nodded He took a position behind the wheel. Turn on the car engine and drive it to the Book Hall.

***

Floren was already pacing in front of the Hall Door, wearing a dress with a more modern touch, not many folds and lace edges, and a, only dresses along the ankles that are not too fluffy but still show the impression of nobility.

His eyes were fixed on the 1932 output car in front of a large staircase. He moved his feet in a hurry.

"Where's Miss Vale? Uh, forget it. Come on in, I gotta tell you guys. Ok?"

Without waiting for approval Floren turned around a bit to lift her dress so that she could climb the stairs quickly.

"You know, it's not the attitude of the good Young Miss" Andreas chirped.

Floren ignored that, he immediately barged inside towards the table well was at the end of being obstructed by an archive shelf and old newspaper clippings.

After they gathered, Floren began to speak.

"I, I, I see not the heck, but like a real dream. A dream that I experienced for real. It's awful, awful!" He stared one face at a time in front of him. Enthusiastic face.

"Ok I continue. At first, I woke up in the middle of the night because I heard strange noises. I.., afraid. But I don't know where my courage comes from, I. I came out and I saw something creepy, and embarrassing!" Floren shuddered rubbing his nape.

"Curbs? In context?" Lucas fished for Floren to continue his story.

"A, never laugh. It's shameful! " threatened Floren made the enthusiastic faces in front of him turn confused, "I see, Mr Stuart with a woman, hugging a woman well you know? How humiliating! Wa, that woman as tall as Mr. Stuart seems taller than Vale. And his face, oh shameful shame!" pissed Floren.

"His face is like yours." Lucas continued on casually.

Floren was flabbergasted, knowing it was a question disguised in the form of a statement. He knew it from his tone.

"I, yes. Only his face was similar. Her hair was not dark brown but black. It is not black because it is dark, but it is black. And.., uh...,"

"Try telling me what you know about Mr. Stuart first, if there's one thing that might be a little weird, it'll have something to do with your illusion, '" Lucas interjected first

"Illusions?" Ask Floren in wonder. Think for a moment, "Ah, I know. It was not a dream, after I saw it, I was pulled and thrown on the bed. That dream shouldn't be like it's the end, right?"

"You're smart enough and responsive. It's like what Luke asked for, Luke."

Floren exhaled a rough breath, "I just told you this. I'm not Theresa Katana's son. Indeed, no one told me, but I realized it myself. We're different. There are many differences, although some are indeed full of similarities, but.., I know that."

"I've known that since I was twelve. And want to know who brought me to Katana? Mr Stuart!" Sharply. A thin smile was engraved clearly on his lips, looking at the shocked faces in front of him.

"And they're stupid, thinking I've forgotten including Mr. Stuart."

Lucas closed his eyes, Louis' words ringing in his mind.

Except one of them.

And that person was already in front of him.

Floren Starch Katana's.