Once, you had an argument with Sope. The usual argument about desire. The task was to pull off the mask from Lieutenant Ghost, you immediately realized that you would lose but agreed so as not to lose face. After a while, you come back with a slap on your left cheek and surprisingly with a Ghost mask, but without your good mood. Sop, when he saw this, immediately felt a pang of guilt and conscience for the argument.

Towards nightfall (or fishing hour), there was a knock on your room. You didn't really want to have guests and ignored them. Knock knock. Knock knock. The knocks persisted until you opened the door. There was a Cope who was holding something behind his back.

"Listen... Sorry that it happened."

Sop took an ice pack from behind his back and pressed it to your sore cheek. My cheek didn't hurt much anymore, but the cold was pleasant on my sore cheek.

"By the way, you won the bet."