I was a little happy.

The place where I lived was a terrible, terrible sight to see. People there were desperate to survive...

They became paranoid, relationships vanished. With them went those lively laughs...

Anyway....

I'm hungry.

There is a kitchen behind this room.

You can help yourself with anything there.

A meal made by a young lady is good enough for me.

I'm not good with that kind of thing, unfortunately.

Wanna bet?

After one month...

Will that admiral still remain here?