Pushing open the restroom door, Mai Mingle entered a short hallway.
She looked left and right, feeling a bit dazed. She followed the lights, music, chatter, the aroma of food, and the clinking of glasses, taking one step at a time as if slowly surfacing from a nightmare into the Human World.
'Did that grotesque scene in the restroom just now really happen? Looking for faces... What an absurd idea.'
Compared to a restaurant that felt so normal, familiar, and inviting—
Oh, right. She was definitely in a Nest.
...After all, a typical restaurant in Blackmoor City probably wouldn't allow one patron to hold another's head in their mouth.
Mai Mingle stared blankly at the man and woman at a table against the far wall—at least, their bodies suggested they were a man and a woman. The one wearing a man's shirt had stretched its neck to the other side of the table. Its entire face and mouth were stretched taut and grotesquely swollen by the head inside, as if its own head were pregnant.
