3 bar menu

Yes, It’s the School of Silence – Part 01

Do you know the term “family meeting”?

It gets called when an abnormal stash of porn magazines turns up in the only son’s room, or when someone punches their little brother as hard as they can.

Back in elementary school, there was something called “end-of-day meeting.” You could probably count that as a family meeting too.

There are as many meetings as there are societies.

And now, the biggest family meeting of this century was about to begin.

“Why do we have to go outside to hold a family meeting, anyway?” I grumbled nonstop as I walked behind the girl.

Walking around outside in the dead of winter was something even dogs hated.

“This is your fault. Please stop making those gross noises.”

Walking ahead of me was a woman with a sexy air about her, wrapped in a duffel coat. Her ponytail suited her as well as ever.