Not only did she not erase him, she even "asked" him for a favor.
Faced with Amira's solemn tone, Fu Qian once again marveled at the importance of staying true to oneself.
If he'd seriously played the part of the recovering Anke, he probably never would have encountered a situation like this.
Though he still couldn't tell what her goal was, it seemed he'd soon get to experience something even more interesting.
"Sure."
Fu Qian agreed without even asking what she needed help with.
Sigh...
Amira didn't seem particularly pleased by his excessively eager response. Instead, she let out a soft sigh for the second time.
Clearly, to the person before him, all of this was just a nightmare.
So, just as he'd said earlier, the unknown only made him curious. Why would he be afraid?
Although the injury had been unexpected, Fu Qian hadn't rushed to help because he'd wanted to see how the wound and the fear of death would affect him.
Unfortunately, the other man seemed to have lost even his sense of pain.
"So what exactly do you need me to do?"
Only then did Fu Qian ask what the task involved.
"...Night shift security."
Amira steadied herself and spoke softly.
Oh?
That was an unusual way to put it. Fu Qian turned to look at the building beside the three of them.
"You're sure they can afford to hire security for a place like this?"
He wasn't asking without reason. The place clearly looked like an ordinary home, even more unremarkable than the Leisens' house.
"They can't, but the good thing is, the person's asleep."
Amira slowly shook her head and started walking ahead.
"We'll be the night shift security guards in his nightmare."
So that was it. There was a nightmare victim lying inside.