Beneath the sunlight, which wasn't particularly harsh, Accompany Me Next Year sized up the disheveled children in front of her.
"Another newcomer," she heard these children, only waist-high to her, spew out venom in their voices, their expressions indistinct, backlit as they were.
A newcomer? So, has this place always been the filming location for the variety show?
That means quite a number of people have been here before her.
So, where did all those people go then?
As Accompany Me Next Year pondered, the children who barely reached her waist stared at her coldly, issuing an impatient command, "Come here."
Next Year furrowed her brow. The NPCs in this instance were extremely unsettling, yet they acted so entitled, as if it were only natural.
After a moment's hesitation, Next Year stepped forward.
SPLAT! She hadn't taken more than a few steps before something hurtled toward her from the side, deliberately striking her hair.
