When Lin Sanjiu used her Vibroblade to cut through that human-shaped standee in a neurotic manner, she suddenly remembered a sentence that Douglas said.
"This world is named after a horror story..." I think this world is related to urban legends and that sort of thing."
The standee of the air stewardess had already lost any semblance of it human-shape. There were still bits and pieces of cardboard shreds, remnants of the cardboard standee, floating in the air. Lin Sanjiu took a few large gasps of air while she stored her Vibroblade with trembling fingers.
Her heart was pounding like mad and she tried her best to calm herself down.
"Look, it became shreds without even a bit of resistance. There is nothing scary about that thing—"
