It is said that 1704, Building C, Fairview Garden, is an evil place, and no one will take any orders placed in the middle of the night.
I don't believe in evil. Poverty is much scarier than ghosts.
Once, twice... Put down the takeout and run away, nothing happened, just earn commissions with your blood.
Until one time, I was so fucking stupid that I hid at the door to see which kind of god it was.
As a result, a pale, rotten hand stretched out from the crack of the door...
