Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

The morning after clearing a horrific high school ghost story horror game. Still, the fact that I had to go to work—a reality more haunting than the ghost story itself—meant I was busily preparing to head out. This time, though, the commute didn't feel as burdensome. Because I had something to rely on.

The A-grade liquid filling the Dream Essence Collector.

'Reassuring.'

I carefully packed the Dream Essence Collector, brimming with golden liquid, into my briefcase.

It was the fruit of my labor from the night before.

Moreover, as I fully rose from bed, I noticed a rather peculiar 'extra reward'.

Clatter, clatter.

Something that had been covering me spilled onto the floor.

Dozens of... beads?

They were transparent, like they could be loaded into the glass-handled pistol.

I picked one up to examine it closely and read the single Chinese character inscribed within it.

護