Nowadays without Oz in the castle, Gil was never short on free time. It was rather foreign to him, honestly; having nothing to do other than walk around the castle or listen in on the journals but even that had become boring.

Deciding to quit smoking was a terrible decision, he told himself. Terrible. He was already in a cranky position with Oz being gone and feeling completely powerless when it came to Vincent and Ada, and now “quitting” cigarettes was only making him feel crankier.

And to make his night more irritating, he had found the shooting range was closed.

The only thing he thought he could do now was to head back to his room and try to sleep. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and strolled back towards the castle.