Villain Ch 1938. Handprints
They all paused.
The torchlight flickered against the now-open door, revealing only darkness beyond. No sound. No wind. No hint of movement.
"…Uh," Red_King said slowly. "Look. It's an automatic door."
Allen didn't even blink. "There's no such thing as automatic doors here. This isn't a sci-fi game."
Red_King gave a weak laugh. "Just… take it as an automatic door, okay?" His voice sounded like a guy begging his logic to win.
Allen stared for a second. "...Fine. Automatic door."
Mastercraft clapped Red_King's back. "Now get inside the automatic door, tank."
"How about no?" Red_King shot back. "A door opens by itself and you idiots want to walk through? That's how you die first in movies."
"If this was real life, yeah—run the other way," Allen said calmly. "But this is a game. Doors don't open themselves unless it's the way forward."
Red_King exhaled, deeply, soulfully. "I hate that you're right."
