"Well, what's this? Planning to be a bloodthirsty little girl?"
Yu Xing didn't move. He simply stared at Susan's delicate figure with barely concealed disdain.
Masha lowered her voice and leaned close to Yu Xing, keeping her eyes fixed on Susan as if afraid she might do something. Her voice trembled. "Roy, do you think Susan's human or a ghost?"
They'd spent ages discussing how there were both people and ghosts here, and Masha couldn't tell them apart.
Yu Xing said, "I'd guess human."
Before Masha could breathe a sigh of relief, Yu Xing added, "The antisocial, anti-human kind. The kind who could chop you into eighteen pieces with the kitchen knife in her hand at any moment."
Masha: "..."
Then she'd just have to keep being scared.
York laughed, leaning lazily against the door with one hand resting on his hip. "We were just chatting about our trip. What's up, Susan? What are you planning to do with that kitchen knife?"
Susan hugged herself timidly. She didn't say whether she'd heard their conversation. Instead, she looked up and stared straight at York. "Daddy went crazy tonight. I was scared, so I took a kitchen knife to protect myself."
"If your dad comes after you again, are you going to cut him with that knife?" York asked, meeting Susan's eyes without flinching. They always seemed to make people's skin crawl for some reason. He phrased the question as if he were asking casually, but it was a loaded one.
If Susan said no, she couldn't explain why she'd taken the knife. If she said yes, she'd reveal how vicious she was.
"I don't want to!" Susan decided to sidestep the question—and the sharp-tongued York who'd asked it. She turned to Yu Xing, who seemed easier to talk to, and pleaded