The moment he heard it, Evan knew that this time he had fucked up.
And it wasn't just a little—it was very bad.
Sweat beads started forming on his forehead as if he was sitting on a bed of needles, his mind scrambling to find an answer to this.
'Now… Now what do I say… System… Hey, System, where are you?'
Feeling in a pinch, Evan decided to call on that omniscient egoist residing in his mind. To his dismay, a mechanical, robotic voice sounded.
[The person you are trying to reach is offline.]
"…"
'Fuck it! This damned bastard!"
"Evan!"
"Yes!" Evan shouted with an uneasy expression.
"Why aren't you answering?" Amelia asked, her smile sharp akin to that of a demon and laced with menace, forcing Evan to instinctively take a step back.
"Or do you think I am not beautiful enough?"
"Tha… That…" Evan stammered, finding himself stuttering, his thoughts tangled in a mess.
