Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

I am walking up the stairs of a nightmare school with an agent from the Disaster Management Bureau.

...While dragging him along like a prisoner after restraining him. For context, I used an item he handed me to betray and restrain him.

"..."

This is a mess.

'This can't go on.'

This definitely feels like I've crossed the line. By tomorrow, I might find myself on the Disaster Management Bureau's blacklist, conscripted for whatever sinister purposes they have in mind.

Sure, the company might protect me, but I really don't want to owe Daydream Inc. anything—it would be utterly insane...!

'I-I need to fix my image somehow.'

The cold sweat on my back never seems to dry.

I spoke carefully.

"If you promise not to yell, I'll remove the gag. Please just nod your head."

The agent's murderous glare softened slightly. He gave the faintest of nods.