"So what are you literary doing? Guarding your body all along here?" Frey's confinement turned out into a rash question for the roaming soul who approach him a while ago.
"You know, I wanted to leave and do something, but I just can't," he answered, playing his fingers into the table of the canteen. They decided to sit and have a cup of coffee to loosen up the stress they both had.
The dude's name was Victor, as he tells Frey.
"So you're saying that a House Guardian swapped body with you? And then you ended up having a System, just like I did, right?" Frey sip on the brewed coffee but eventually, she had curled up her brows and wanted to spit it out. She hadn't known it was that bitter.
"Shocks, it doesn't taste good."
