Ray crashed his forearm against the door as he tried desperately to get it open. He felt like he was bruising at this point, but he continued.

"What the hell (Y/N)?!" He screamed. "You're supposed to be on our side!"

He received no response.

"What? You're just gonna read my stupid book silently while Emma and Norman run into mama's hands?! How dense can you be?!"

Ray was too distracted by his own yelling that he didn't hear (Y/N)'s footsteps receding away from the door she was guarding. He was infuriated by her.

He then continued to bang against the door.

"Just open the goddamn door (Y/N)–"

"Ray? Is that you?"

Ray's eyes slightly widened as a gasp left his lips. 'Don.' He thought to himself.

"Don! I'm locked in here!"

"Step back!"

'Where's (Y/N)?'

Everything was so chaotic that afternoon, that Ray forgot about the girl for a while, choosing to concentrate on the current issue. She's most likely fine, right?

•••

"What... What do we do now?" Don asked Ray.

They were outside of the House, discussing the issue. (Y/N) was nowhere to be found. And clearly, Ray was pissed off about... everything, really.

The plan failed, (Y/N) betrayed them and soiled their plans.

He couldn't help but hate her at that moment.

"Dammit!" Ray suddenly kicked a bucket that was in front of him. It clanked on the grass and rolled off, "This wasn't supposed to happen!"

Gilda and Don's faces saddened.

"Say, um..." Don looked somewhere else, "What happened? Did mama locked you in Krone's room?"

"Yeah. And worst of all..." His voice lowered.

"..."

"What is it?"

"N-Never mind..."

Of course, he was mad at (Y/N), infuriated. But, in the end, he wouldn't dare stay like that forever. He still loved her, even though she was the bad guy, along with everyone against them.

Norman's getting shipped out soon..." Gilda mumbled, her voice shaking. "Tomorrow, r-right?"

"Right."

Letting out a sigh, Ray ruffled his already-messy hair out of frustration. "That witch."

He was referring to Isabella.

"I gotta head to Emma's room. You guys stay here if you want." He grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets as he started walking off.

"And don't ask me about (Y/N)." He emphasized her name. "I don't know what's gotten into her..."