In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
Although Annie wasn't too fond of the weird middle-aged man who'd asked her if she was an anomaly the moment they met, she still chatted with Ming Wan'er over meals pretty much every day for the next few days. Ming Wan'er seemed a little silly.
For example, she occasionally gave her pointers on how to improve her spirit runes, control and devour anomalies to grow stronger, and use spirit runes to eliminate anomalies. She also explained when spirit runes could be passed down and what kind of people were suited to inheriting them.
After spending time together like that, the two soon grew familiar with each other.
Annie was so kind to her partly because she couldn't bear to see her so weak. Perhaps she also felt a little guilty that when Ming Wan'er came to see her, her little bear Tibbers had mauled and eaten her several times?
Sure, Ming Wan'er had approached her of her own accord and even moved into Room 3301 next door, partly because of orders from that so-called Anomaly Control Bureau. Still, Annie had to admit she admired Ming Wan'er's tenacity.
Or maybe she was just thick-skinned?
After all, she'd been vivisected countless times in a certain illusion without going mad or breaking down. Then, after coming to the hotel, she'd been eaten by Tibbers in all sorts of ways for several nights in a row. Yet even then, she hadn't backed down. She'd stubbornly stayed, tirelessly coming to make her presence known whenever she could—and sometimes even bringing special snacks Annie hadn't tried before.
So, since having someone around seemed like it could be fun, Annie simply accepted Ming Wan'er's presence, treating her as another playmate she could talk to. She didn't give it