The stairs creaked—three sets of footsteps. Hitori scrambled to sit cross-legged on her bed, trying to look casual. She ended up looking like a gargoyle that had just seen a ghost.
Nijika looked around, impressed. "Whoa, so this is where Guitarhero lives." BocchiTheRock_Ep_07_SUB_ITA.mp4
"Welcome!" Hitori’s mother chirped from downstairs, her voice far too enthusiastic. "Hitori-chan is upstairs! Please, go right up!" The stairs creaked—three sets of footsteps