[TextVenture] A Survival Guide for the Illiterate

I can’t understand what they’re saying, but it doesn’t matter. They’re friendly, and they all open their hearts to me.

It’s just that the landlord of this ruined building is a bit of an obsessive, stalking creep. He keeps chasing me around to ask my name and seems desperate to transfer ownership of the building to me. But hardly any of the tenants in this dump are normal.

I couldn’t take it anymore. In a fit of anger, I hit him with a crowbar and made him forget everything, then made him my dog and named him Red Umbrella.

Until one day, when I’d just made a fresh bowl of spicy blood curd for Crawly, Red Umbrella suddenly leaned over my head from behind. His body twisted and bent a hundred and eighty degrees, and he looked at me upside down as he spoke in a chilling ghostly voice:

“Your... name... give it to me...”

“Like... you...”

Me: Get lost.

A word of warning before you read: Minors and young people, please stay away. Updates whenever.

Theme: I paid the price for not being educated.