"Dream on witch. We're never getting out of here. Even if it means screaming your head off," the raven-haired boy spoke, sending the girl into silence. "Tch. At least I'm making an effort. Unlike you," she retorted, rolling her eyes in the process. The storeroom was dimly lit with small rays of sunlight penetrating through the small widow frame, but both of them that the light would soon disappear as the day was coming to an end. It had been almost two hours since both of them had to share ox