A few days had passed after the fight with Matthew, and I had no choice but to transfer rooms due to the extensive damage done to it.
"Still don't know why she wouldn't accept my money for repairs," I mumbled, "And I didn't even have time to ask the system the questions I wanted to."
I currently sat in a well-furnished room with fully equipped bathrooms and what looked like a TV hung on the yellow-colored wall.
"Well, better late than never I guess"
Muttering something under my breath, I activated the system and prepared to pick up where I left off.
"How come—"
*Knock* *Knock*
I let out a heavy sigh at the continual disruption and opened the door.
A receptionist stood there with a stiff smile, her knuckles white around a clipboard. I could practically smell the fear in her eyes.
'Why is she so scared when I haven't done anything to her?'
I opened the door wider and urged the stiff receptionist to talk
