Barkeep Ji gave Grey a weird look when he strolled in with two frostbitten girls under his arms. One of them was already missing a leg, and what little of it was left had turned completely black and flaking, tidbits of blood seeping through from the wounds underneath.
The other's breath constantly formed icicles that dropped to the ground like pinging raindrops of metal needles. Neither of them looked like they were in very good condition.
According to the angel lady, this process should have lasted seconds. But it had been several minutes now, and both of them looked like they were already at the end of their rope.
"I'm going to leave these two here. I don't know where else to put them. This is considered a safe room, right?" Grey asked.
Barkeep Ji nodded.
"Safe room as in it's actually a safe room? Or safe room as in someone can fuck with it whenever they want and ruin everything?"
