K-Kill….?
Everyone was shocked. They glanced at one another with pale faces. Initially, even Shane thought that his host would be appalled by his life from his previous experiences, but….
"Right or left?" asked Sam as he tilted his head.
Shane was stunned for a moment. Shouldn't his teenager-looking host be bewildered and scared right now? Why was this person asking such a strange question?
He should be the bold one asking this question, not his host. He shook his head and looked up at the lazy girl lying on the ground while covering her face with her hand. She didn't seem to want to be involved in this mess.
He shook his head and asked his host, "Does it make any difference? You have to kill someone anyway."
His host shrugged. "Do I have any weapon?"
Shane finally taught his host how to use the menu. Then he first checked the shopping place and sighed.
"Host, you don't have anything right now. You will have to make a purchase."
The teenager nodded. "How do I purchase one?"
