Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The pounding on the door went on without pause.
The bald man was still outside, working tirelessly and refusing to give up.
I really didn't want to commend his efforts.
The hinges on the wooden door were shaking, as if they might snap at any moment.
Even the door itself looked flimsy. It could easily be smashed to pieces.
My nerves were taut, and I temporarily gave up trying to figure out Steve.
The first thing I had to deal with was the bald man outside.
He might have been someone who'd entered the game... No, everyone who entered the game should have been in their own separate space. Even if two people entered Room 201 at the same time, they wouldn't run into each other. Just like in a game...
A game... A game...
That might have been a game NPC.
If I wanted to deal with him, I'd definitely need to use something from the game.
I looked around the room.
The things arranged on the shelves made me extremely uncomfortable. The dolls and bones all looked like things used in witchcraft.
This was the Greenleaf Paranormal Agency, but it was also different from the Greenleaf Paranormal Agency.
Steve had said that Bai An helped create the game. The game had become what it was because Steve wanted to protect Bai An's soul.
I didn't know if Bai An had ever visited the agency. Perhaps he'd never gone inside at all, and had only heard about it from his mother—the client who'd actually come into contact with Greenleaf. Or perhaps he'd visited Workers and Peasants Sixth Village out of curiosity, but he definitely hadn't gone inside the agency.
This was the agency as Bai An imagined it.
But Bai An's understanding of Greenleaf wasn't