"Heh, you've got one more day of chance. I took a liking to you, or else do you think you could have survived last night?"
Patting Ward's tensed thigh, A Zhi returned to his own room.
Leaving Ward with an incredibly conflicted expression.
Did he really have to go to him tonight?
Since it's "Analog Horror," there must be loopholes and ways to break it.
Ward might be a tough guy, but he wasn't too foolish.
He had intended to deliver the food himself last night, but A Zhi volunteered to do it for him, taking it upstairs.
Ward had followed and watched him for a bit.
He saw A Zhi just knock on the door, tell the person inside that food was here, then leave the food at the door and walk away.
Not staying even for a second.
Looking at it, the three rooms upstairs must contain something even A Zhi is afraid of.
At the same time.
If it hadn't been for A Zhi delivering the food last night, Ward would've certainly had to enter the rooms himself if he did it.
