(Note: The 'parents' in this chapter are data products of the system, and have no connection to the protagonist. Please do not misconstrue.)
The father, holding an[Electric Saw].
The mother, wielding a [Shotgun].
Accompanied by terrifying red lips and a dreadful smile.
Had it been any other child, they might have already been on their knees, crying, swearing to study diligently, and to never secretly play games again.
Han Dong stared at the scene before him, helplessly.
"So they've been out to find props... how typical."
Upon seeing the 'parents' holding their weapons, Han Dong began to observe his surroundings, his brain working at a high speed, calculating the best strategy for battle.
"With such distance, limited space, and the weapons in hand, things could get a little tricky."
The majority of Han Dong's attention was focussed on the 'mother'... he was most worried about her shotgun.
