When I awoke from my slumber, the world I lived in had become a horror game.
Whether it was sunny, dark, or raining, children ghosts of all kinds would come knocking, ready to take the players' lives.
But...
Zhuangzhuang, the ghost who liked to chop people into eight pieces, actually wanted someone to put him back together so he wouldn't be broken apart anymore.
Meimei, as thin as a bamboo pole, threw up everything she ate.
And Minmin, a legendary SSS-rank ghost, was unexpectedly quiet.
To me, they were all just children.
So when they said they had nowhere to go, I generously said:
[Then stay at my house!]
Comments:
[She adopted all the BOSSes. What the hell is the point of playing this game now?!]
