To be honest, when the chuunibyou teen first burst into tears, Duanmu Huai didn't react much.
Although these people were terribly unlucky, from Duanmu Huai's perspective... they had brought it upon themselves.
There were generally two kinds of protagonists in horror movies.
One kind knew nothing at all. They wandered in absentmindedly, only to become haunted by a ghost.
The other kind had already heard the rumors but insisted that ghosts didn't exist in this world, only to become haunted by one anyway.
If it was the former, Duanmu Huai was still willing to save them. But the latter... that meant putting aside the impulse to help others and respecting their fate.
It was like going to a wildlife park. The guide told you not to get out of the car, but you insisted on doing so and were eaten by a tiger.
Could you blame the tiger?
Or the guide?
Obviously, you had to blame yourself!
Likewise, the protagonists in horror movies who went looking for trouble were the same. They went to some vacation cabin or villa, and someone would always warn them not to go out at night, not to approach a certain place, or simply not to go there at all.
Did they listen? Of course not.
So wasn't it only natural for them to be killed by ghosts?
This group of chuunibyou teens was exactly like that. The ghost stories had explained everything clearly: if you went to that street late at night, a ghost would easily set its sights on you, and yet you insisted on going. And you didn't even go alone—you brought a whole group with you.
What, did you think a single pull wouldn't give you anything, so you decided to do a ten-pull with a guaranteed reward?
Congratulations. You hit