After quite a while, he finally felt his throat easing.
He slowly let out a breath.
Then he took several deep breaths in a row.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
He felt as if he had been saved.
He staggered backward to the chair and felt around until he managed to sit down.
Of course, that didn't mean he could leave through the window.
Wait...
It's all on the same floor anyway.
He realized there was a very important question.
He raised the mung bean cake in his hand.
The private room wasn't exactly small...
What had just happened had shaken him.
Doing something else...
Hey.
"No, no..."
"Uh, not necessarily here, either."
He had calmed down a little.
Five pieces on a plate.
How had he fallen asleep?
How had he done it without noticing at all?
"Or..."
He took a bite of the mung bean cake in his hand.
His thoughts were perfectly clear.
Then he suddenly shot to his feet—
It filled the entire world.
Was he the same?
This was the second floor.
He picked up his teacup and took a big drink.
"If you ever feel like eating mung bean cakes, you can come find me."
"I like them, too."
That was the only time he hadn't left the private room even after the rain had stopped.
His gaze went blank for a few seconds.
It couldn't have been a dream demon.
"The piece of mung bean cake that's missing..."
"Whichever room is empty, I'll go there..."
He called out several times in his mind.
Suddenly, he jolted awake.
He ate a mung bean cake in a few bites.
Could he really scale walls and leap across rooftops?
Was he that agile?
The clamor was deafening.
He reached out for another pastry.
Outside