Standing in front of the auction house, Pandora looked, wide-eyed, at the unfortunate man next door and then turned to Richard.
"Do you want to go take a look?" Richard asked, then added, "Go ahead, but don't hit anyone and don't scare them."
"Um." Pandora voiced, and the next moment, she let go of Richard's hand and curiously walked over to stand in front of the unfortunate man.
The man in the corner looked up at Pandora, his eyes still lifeless as he spoke like a wooden puppet: "They're all dead, all dead..."
"Scary?"
"They're all dead, all dead..."
"Scary—"
"They're all dead, all dead..."
Pandora tilted her head and watched the unfortunate man for a while and then walked back with a strange expression, walked up to Richard, tilted her head in thought for a moment, and then reached out her hand.
"Do you want to help him?" Richard seemed to understand Pandora's intention.
"Mmm." Pandora nodded.
