139. Time To Finish Playing House (4)

There was only one reason why there was a knock on the door when it should have been just me in this locked building. I dragged my feet towards the door lazily. Actually, I didn't need to pay attention to the knock on the door, but for one reason or two, I needed to at least make my presence known.

Clack, creaaaak. As I pulled the doorknob of the room, I winced.

In front of the bedroom door was a dining cart with food on it, which was covered with a serving lid. I looked right and left. Of course, even today, I found that there was no one around. Whoever delivered this food cart has sprinted out of the famously haunted building.

This situation has been going on for two months.

I opened the serving lid, then pressed my lips hard, trying not to laugh.

“Whoa~ hahaha, now only one type of food is given to me, huh? And that, too, was crusty brown bread. Let's see what's under the other serving lids." I opened the other two serving lids.

I snort at the creativity possessed by whoever is tas