"I heard someone brought the ranch we stayed in," Irene, the girl who didn't seem to like her, said. She had been throwing daggers at Persephone when she thought she wasn't looking her way. But who was Persephone if she couldn't even decipher if she was liked by a certain person or not?
Roy nodded sadly. He was reminded of the sad news he had heard a few weeks ago. "The couple who used to run the ranch passed away not long ago. I heard everyone lost jobs once the Ranch was closed. I wonder what they are doing now?"
He couldn't imagine that the man who threatened them not to have orgies in the ground a few months ago was no more in this world. He had his wife share such a beautiful bond.
Persephone suddenly felt bad for them. "What happened to them?"
Although she didn't remember who they were talking about, still she felt terrible hearing how they passed away.
"Pandemic," Roy told her.
