Cold, tired, and hungry, Senge huddled in front of the dining table, perching on just half of the chair. He didn't dare sit down fully, as the sudden onslaught of cold would make him reminisce about his past, as if on his deathbed.
He turned towards the window, where the faces of passersby were reflected on the glass, including his own gaunt face. The reflection, which once tormented him sleepless, now seemed less frightening...
Lu Li's calmness had infected him.
One to three, counting himself, four in total, the odds of winning seemed good. Plus, the detective appeared very capable...
Senge thought to himself when suddenly an additional figure appeared in the reflection on the window.
Lu Li approached the dining table and placed down the meat soup, "It can replenish the energy and vitality you've lost these past few days."
Special Exorcism Meal?
Senge guessed, picking up the spoon ready to enjoy this seemingly delicious meal, although it had already cooled.
"It's not free."