Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 120

The TV screen fell.@@@@

“Hah...”

I exhaled and slumped onto the floor.

The cold tiles of the cramped train bathroom grounded me back to reality the moment my hands touched them.

And across from me stood the poised, TV-headed host, holding out a hand.

“You seem quite tense... Why don’t you sit down? Fix your clothes, clean up that blood. Let’s have a calmer conversation.”

“The advertisements must have been too much for my dear friend—your mind and body seem shaken.”

...

Soft piano music drifted through the air.

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