[One of my two currently updating stories is finished, so I'll start this one!!!]
[Simple blurb]
Xia Anran: Hi, I run a haunted house. All the ghosts inside are fake, they're all staff members. You have to believe me, okay?
Visitor: As if I'd believe a word you say!
[Regular blurb]
Do ghosts really exist?
Whether you believe it or not, this haunted house sits in a corner of the city, ready to welcome visitors at any time.
Visitor: It's fake, it's fake, it's all fake... (muttering to themself)
Suddenly, a ghost darts out from the corner: Grrr!
The visitor flees in terror: Aaaaaaaah! A ghost!!
Ghost: Wait, don't run! I haven't even started scaring you yet. (looking completely baffled)
Xia Anran pats the ghost on the shoulder and says earnestly: How can you call yourself a ghost? Your head fell off early, and you didn't even notice.
The ghost silently puts its head back on: Yes, boss. Of course, boss. Understood, boss.
Xia Anran: ...You put your head on backward again.
