He hadn't been in the plant garden for very long before someone came in through another door.
A young, long-haired woman, holding a syringe filled with a potion, walked lightly towards the girl sitting by the creek, "Miss Long, it's time for your medication."
The sound of playing in the water stopped, and the purple-eyed girl knocked over the tray with her hand.
With a "clash," the potion shattered all over the ground, and the long-haired woman squatted emotionlessly to clean it up, carefully picking up every piece before standing to say: "It's yourself who will suffer without the medication, why make it difficult for me?"
"I just want to make it difficult for you, what about it?" the purple-eyed girl looked at her.
