Donggua had studied dance since she was little. The stage of her dreams was Vienna's Golden Hall, but in reality, her stage was beneath a hospital bed in a Haunted House.
After graduating, she had used her exceptional flexibility and coordination to land a job as an NPC at the Demon City Asylum, playing a patient whose body and mind were both severely twisted.
After two weeks of training, Donggua worked her first solo shift. She waited nervously at her "workstation" for instructions through her Bluetooth earpiece.
What she hadn't expected was for a visitor to suddenly crouch beside the bed and stare at her in silence.
It was pitch-black beneath the bed. Normally, someone outside shouldn't have been able to see anything, but Donggua felt unnerved. There was something very strange about that visitor's gaze.
It was like watching a mermaid show at an aquarium. Everyone knew the mermaids were performers and watched them with appreciation, while this man silently took out an assortment of seasonings, as though he wanted to find out what a mermaid tasted like.
This was not normal!
Donggua nervously picked at her fingers, not daring to move. Then she noticed something even stranger: she actually saw disappointment in the visitor's eyes.
I disappointed him? What does that mean? Was he expecting to find an actual ghost under the bed?
Donggua felt a little angry. She hadn't made a name for herself as a dancer, and now she was being looked down on even as a Haunted House performer?
An instruction came through her earpiece. Donggua immediately changed her expression and deliberately made a noise to attract the attention of the people in the room.
"A clue?" An Yuan had been locked in a different room on his last visit, so he had no idea