Hearing a strange noise behind her, Anna spun around at lightning speed. A shield of green Rotten Inflammation instantly flared up, encircling her.
"Whoa! Is... is that magic? You're incredible!" the fat man exclaimed, stumbling back a few steps as he stared at Anna in shock.
"Whoa! Is... is that magic? You're incredible!"
"Whoa! Is... is that magic? You're incredible!"
"Whoa! Is... is that magic? You're incredible!"
"Whoa! Is... is that magic? You're incredible!"
The same words echoed from the doorway behind the greasy man. Although the tone was identical, the pitch of each voice was completely different.
First, a foot in a shiny leather shoe stepped out. It was followed by a leg in sheer stockings and a high heel, and then a foot in an old man's cloth shoe.
Two middle-aged men, a woman, and an old man walked out from the doorway. They joined the fat man, and together they all asked Anna with the same oily, simpering posture.
"Um, what's your name?"
"Um, what's your name?"
