Lana gave a gentle smile, seeing the petrified expression on Shelly's face.
"Your expression is speaking volumes about your lack of survival skills," She commented, her soft voice carrying a strange calm.
"You are misunderstanding..." Shelly tried to defend herself but was interrupted.
"Tell me, in the dead of night, if you suddenly hear the sound of glass crashing, and you are all alone in the house, what should you do?"
Lana's sudden question caught Shelly off guard.
A hesitant glint flashed in Shelly's eyes before she replied in an uncertainty-laced voice, "Check it out?"
"Bingo!" Lana snapped her finger. "That's how people die in movies and real life."
Shelly: (;° ロ°)
"My solution? Lock the door, find a self-defense tool, and hide under your bed." Lana laughed. "If it is a robber, they would be unable to harm you."
"And what if... it is a ghost?" Shelly asked in confusion, clearly unwilling to back down.
