Kicking in the door to Aoni's dorm with all the fury of a herd of manic wildabeasts, Clara burst past Charlotte, and ended up in the center of the living room before spinning around, getting her bearing and charging toward what she assumed to be her brother's room, since the opened door clearly led to his workshop.
BANG BANG BANG
"Please don't find me, please don't find meeee," Aoni whimpered while under his bed.
But alas, there was no stopping Hurricane Clara, as she apparently caught his scent. With one final loud bang, the door, which was supposed to be reinforced through enough formations to stop the hits of a Grade-5 individual, blew apart like particleboard.
"Babbbyyy brother, where are youuuu," Clara said with a creepy grin as she entered Aoni's room uninvited and tossed it as any good sister looking for her brother's secret stash would do.
