Geralt explained seriously, "The door's structure means it can only be pushed open from the outside or pulled open from the inside... Whoever designed it was truly a rare talent!"
So that was it... Anderson suddenly understood. No wonder he couldn't push it open no matter how hard he tried. Wait, no—there was a terrifying Ghost floating above them. Was this really the time to be hung up on that?!
"You were desperately pushing the door just now. Now that it's open, why aren't you leaving?" Geralt pointed at the open door.
"Ah!"
Anderson stared at the world beyond the door. His desire to survive injected fresh strength into his limp body. He got to his feet, but he didn't dare run straight out.
Hudson glanced at the terrifying Ghost and shuffled two steps toward the door. Seeing that the Ghost showed no reaction, he suddenly sprinted for the exit, only wishing his parents had given him two more legs.
Your friends are still here! Don't abandon them!
Geralt looked at the other three and tilted his chin toward the door, meaning they could leave too.
Peter grabbed Pepper's wrist and said to Michelle:
"Go!"
After leaving through the door, Michelle turned back and gave Geralt a long look.
What kind of person was he? How was he not afraid of Ghosts?
That was a Ghost!
Before the three of them had even run out of the villa grounds, they slowed down.
Pepper couldn't run anymore.
Michelle glanced at Pepper's 36D chest and felt a little bitter inside. With such a heavy burden, it would be strange if she could run fast.
"Who are you?!" Harold Kovos glared at Geralt furiously. "This is my house?!"
"Mr. Kovos, when people die, their lights go out. The dead should not