Chapter 7: Playing Morale Booster
Meanwhile, in the real world...
Mikel's body convulsed, his groans muffled as he tossed his head from side to side. He gripped the sheets, his eyes tightly shut, while the lines between his brows deepened. The faint creak of the bed and a soft hum from the person seated beside him accompanied the scene.
"Hm, hm, hmm..." A woman in a tattered nurse outfit hummed a gentle tune, scribbling black ink onto his skin. "Hm, hm, hm..."
The corners of her mouth curled up as her eyes glinted. Strands of her hair slowly began moving on their own, slithering toward his body. One lock shot toward him, but just like in the nightmare, it was deflected by an invisible force.
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"Doom, engage!"
Clang!
Mikel swung the pole to deflect the lock of hair shooting toward him. The woman's hair felt as solid as metal, quickly leaving a dent on the pole in his hand. Despite his first successful defense, her hair kept coming while she laughed maniacally.
"Hahaha!" she cackled, watching his desperate defense with delight.
[System and Host Engaged.]
[Host: Mikel]