"I'm sorry, Boss, but I need tomorrow and the day after off..."
Tan Murong was tense all over. Even though she was on the phone and the other person clearly couldn't see her, she still bent forward slightly without thinking.
"What? Including today, that would be three days off in a row this month! Absolutely not!" The voice on the other end showed no mercy. "Two days at most, today and tomorrow. If you don't come in the day after, don't bother coming back at all!"
"Beep, beep, beep-"
The call ended.
In the bleak wind, Tan Murong put away her phone, looking somewhat flustered, and hurried ahead with her head down.
She was an ordinary person, an utterly ordinary office worker.
She had neither stunning looks nor an exceptional mind. She wasn't even a Fu City local, just someone from one of the surrounding towns who had come to the city to work.
After being chosen by the Ghost Story Game, she hadn't actually felt much fear.
If I can survive... I'll live. If I can't, dying in whichever game is fine.
For her, it wasn't just ghosts and monsters that made existence agonizing. There was life itself, too.
In truth, even she couldn't say which of the two caused her more pain.
She was always thinking in this muddled way, living without hope.
But perhaps Fate was playing a joke on her. With that attitude, she had instead survived time after time.
This time... it's my turn again.
She stopped, raised her head, and looked at the laid-back bar in front of her.
"Xiaotan? Why are you here at noon?" The Boss's wife looked at her in surprise. Although this was a quiet bar, it still only opened at two in the afternoon.
"Beer... anything is fine." Tan