"Boss."
"The Red House contacted us again."
Anderson looked out the window.
The weather had been strange these past few days. It was clearly broad daylight, and it was already noon, but the sky was as dark as dusk.
Gloomy and heavy.
Yet there were no thick clouds in the sky.
It did not look like rain.
It was as if—
the light had simply dimmed... just like a lightbulb in a room had malfunctioned.
He had no idea what was going on.
But these past two days, a bad feeling had kept rising in his heart.
A person's intuition—
was sometimes frighteningly accurate.
After being rejected a few days ago, the Red House had not given up. They had been trying to persuade them to join forces.
"Besides us, the Red House has also contacted people from other apartments."
"They said the neighborhood is no longer safe."
"They hope everyone can unite and form a group."
"To head to the Stream District."
In fact, the residents of the apartment had already begun packing their belongings and supplies over the past few days, preparing to withdraw at any time.
The Red House's invitation did not actually conflict with their plans.
Their goals could even be said to be identical.
However—
for some reason, Bruce had not agreed to their request.
This left Anderson deeply puzzled.
"Don't pay them any mind." Bruce pondered for a moment before saying, "We can contact people from some of the other apartments, but not the Red House."
"On the contrary—"
"We need to stay away from them."
He did not know that the Red House had encountered a supernatural event, but their eagerness to contact every apartment and their constant urging for everyone to head to the Stream District made Bruce sense that something was