Chapter 9: Someone Strange Is Following Me (3)
Back before I reincarnated into this fixer world, there was a time I laughed out loud watching a certain short video.
The video was simple.
Someone would randomly pick a fight with a passerby, then, as if overcome by emotion, strip off their clothes to reveal a ridiculous men’s bikini underneath.
At this point, most of the people who were picked on would understandably panic and run away.
It was the natural reaction.
If the person you’re arguing with suddenly strips down to a bikini that emphasizes all the wrong places, pride or not, running is the only sensible option.
“Please, wait! Ghost, I just want to talk to you!”
“!”
Ironically, I feel the same way now.
A dripping wet blond musclehead in a bathrobe chasing me through the back alleys—what kind of horrifying situation is this?
I wasn’t exaggerating when I thought I might actually have nightmares about this.
Thank goodness I can’t speak right now. Otherwise, I might’ve screamed.