“That's right, maybe your sense or fate can click with her. While mine and New may not be destined with that ghost. But anyway, I'm not advocating for you to stay there. Whether you can communicate with her or not. You should move out...Gun.” New's words sounded like a request.
Gun sat still... arguing with himself.
Stay...or...leave?
In just a moment... the sound of the brave side won over the coward for the reason, ‘Why do I have to leave…? I didn’t do anything wrong.’
“No… I'm not going anywhere. I also want to know what that ghost wants. If hers really can click with mine, there is no need for me to leave.” The young man turned to look behind him to see Ploy walking in with his food. Gun then whispered to New who was standing in front of him. “Don't tell this to Ploy, New. I don't want Ploy to worry.”