"What exactly happened?" Adol muttered this question softly and realized that he couldn't remember what he had done the past few days.
He looked around dreamily, frightened, panicked, and confused.
"Who are you?
"Where is this place?"
"This is your washroom. Don't you recognize it? I'm a private detective in charge of protecting you." Klein looked at the teenage boy who hadn't figured out the situation around him and chuckled in response.
"My house… Detective to protect me… What exactly happened…" Adol looked around in astonishment and murmured to himself.
Suddenly, he stopped; his already pale face filled with unconcealable fear.
"M-maybe there really are ghosts in this world! There really are ghosts!"
His voice was shaky, but Klein could hear two completely different feelings from his voice—fear and excitement—and these were perfectly depicted by the color of his emotions.
