The Tower Manager couldn't stop Nathan.
She held the system panel in front of her, annoyed, her fingers trembling.
"Damn human… don't ignore me…"
She took a breath—harsh, deep, like that rare breed of middle-aged woman who always finds a way to ruin everything.
"…Whatever… maybe I'll get to see him do it again… heheee…"
She grinned—not as a system manager, but as a horny woman stuck in a holy cage.
Then that grin disappeared.
[Eclipse has stopped.]
[System access requires maintenance.]
The Tower Manager let go of her grip, the panel hanging half-dead, still showing Nathan's filthy ass cheeks bathed in daylight.
Her right hand clenched.
"AGHHH... FUCK!!! Stupid-ass tower, broken-ass system, weak-ass humans… hurry up and finish this damn place so I can freely watch all the sinners again!"
She slammed the panel.
Another one popped up automatically—a list of Tower tasks she hated.
The checklist glowed blood red.
---
Nathan turned right. Then left.
"…Where are they?"
