"If you didn't make the fog, then did a ghost make it?!" the man in the hat roared.
"Bzzzt... It really wasn't me. Do you have something against me? Really, aside from being a little taller, more handsome, and younger than you, I'm nothing special. Why do you keep picking on me? Same thing yesterday. I already told you I got rid of that fog afterward, but you just wouldn't believe me and insisted I was the one who did it," the person on the walkie-talkie complained amid static.
The man in the hat's eye twitched, veins bulging on his forehead. No longer bothering with the idiot on the walkie-talkie, he turned to the young man beside him and said, "Who hired that guy? Tell him to get lost tomorrow!"
"That wouldn't be good. He's a student from the nearby Ninth Pet Beast High School, working a summer job," the young man offered his opinion.
"Most of our customers come from that school. If he goes back and spreads some exaggerated stories, we might suffer major losses."
The man in the hat calmed down slightly.
This kind of shop made its money from young people to begin with. They had opened it here specifically for the students from the nearby school.
Especially since it was a pet beast high school—the customer base included not only the students, but also their pet beasts.
"Forget it. There aren't many days left of summer vacation anyway..." After saying that, the man in the hat felt it made him seem too soft and added, "Once summer vacation ends, tell him to get lost!"
"Got it..."
Before the young man could finish speaking, the image on the surveillance feed left him stunned.
In the feed, the lights in the burning escape room flared brightly, only