You stupid system," Lin Wan sobbed, wiping her face with the back of her sleeve. "Who told you to go and flirt with other systems just to get me paper slips?"
As she walked further into the room, her eyes caught a small wooden desk under a spotlight. On its surface, a new set of glowing words began to form in real-time, responding to her movements:
[I know host is crying now. Other systems get assigned to badass hosts and I get a crybaby. How unlucky.] At the bottom of the message was a dramatic sticker of a cartoon character clutching its chest with the text 'Save my soul' written underneath.
The sudden insult made Lin Wan laugh and cry at the very same time. She hurriedly wiped her tears away with both hands, letting out a watery chuckle. "I am not a crybaby," she huffed at the empty room.
She took a deep breath, calming her racing heart as she looked around the massive bunker.
