'Thank God, I'm glad to hear that,' Her voice sounded like someone who was eating and talking at the same time with her mouth still full but forced it to speak. Honestly, I felt bad because I seemed to be bothering her.
However, there was one thing that made me curious, that was why I called her back. "Mala?"
'Yes?'
"Do wandering spirits need breakfast too?" I suddenly heard a forced laugh from her, it turned out that what I had guessed was right. Mala and her father were already dead, and the owner of the diner restaurant had told me the truth.
Mala explained to me that she was a wandering spirit too. She lived in the body of the marionette in the shop window that I had visited at that time. She just wanted to guard the place forever because her mother really wanted to tear down the building that her father had worked so hard to build, so she could sell the land.
