"I'm sorry, boss. I need to take tomorrow and the day after off..."
Tan Murong held herself tense. Even though she was on the phone and the other person clearly couldn't see her, she still unconsciously bowed slightly.
"What? Counting today, that makes three days off in a row this month! No!" The voice on the other end showed no mercy. "Two days at most, today and tomorrow. If you don't show up the day after, don't bother coming back!"
"Beep, beep, beep-"
The call ended.
In the bleak wind, Tan Murong put her phone away, looking somewhat bedraggled, then hurried forward with her head lowered.
She was an ordinary person, an utterly ordinary office worker.
She had neither stunning looks nor exceptional intelligence. She wasn't even a Fu City local, just someone from a nearby town who had come to the city for work.
After being chosen by the Ghost Story Game, she actually hadn't felt much fear.
If she could survive... she would. If she couldn't, dying in any one of the games would be fine.
For her, ghosts and monsters weren't the only things that tormented her. Life did too.
In truth, she couldn't say which of the two caused her more pain.
She always drifted through such muddled thoughts, living without hope.
But perhaps fate was playing a joke on her. With that attitude, she had instead survived time and again.
This time... it's my turn again.
She stopped, raised her head, and looked at the quiet bar before her.
"Tan? What brings you here at noon?" The proprietress looked at her in surprise. Though it was a quiet bar, it still didn't open until two in the afternoon.
"Beer... anything will do." Tan Murong found a seat by the window and sat down in a