"So you're telling me the fog wasn't your doing, it was made by ghosts?" the man with the hat bellowed.
"Zzzz... I'm telling you, it really wasn't me. Do you have something against me? Aside from being taller, more handsome, and younger than you, there's nothing much to it. Why are you always picking on me? Just like yesterday, I already dissipated the fog later on but you still won't believe me, insisting that it was my doing," the voice from the walkie-talkie complained, accompanied by the sound of static electricity.
The man with the hat twitched the corner of his eye, veins bulging with anger, and no longer paying attention to the fool on the other side of the walkie-talkie, he turned to the young man beside him and said, "Who hired this guy? Get him out of here tomorrow!"
"That might not be a good idea—he's a student from the nearby Beast Taming High School, here for a summer job," the young man expressed his opinion:
