Everyday Internet Café was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, eerily silent.
The business inside could only be described as "abysmal."
Occasionally, cries that could silence a baby's night terrors echoed through the space.
"When is the boss coming back?"
"Let's go, time for Grandma's dumplings!"
Ms. Wang Yueyue, who had been waiting for what felt like "half a month," "half a century," or perhaps even "half an epoch," began to slowly lose her composure at the mention of "Grandma's dumplings."
She collapsed to the floor like a corpse, emitting a rotted, pitch-black fog, her mouth splitting grotesquely, stretching down to the base of her neck.
"When exactly can I expect you back, if you don't come back soon... I'll start devouring your customers!"
Of course, there were no customers to speak of.
Those darn kids were all at school, leaving the Internet café dead quiet!
The loneliness of one or two days was bearable.
But now, she was on the verge of insanity.
