Almost at the moment Ethan had this thought, a shadowy curtain enveloped the hospital bed, blocking the light outside. The crystallized lamp used for illumination malfunctioned, flickering in the dark as if it might go out at any moment.
"On this seemingly ordinary afternoon, Ethan encountered... Meow—!"
"Little Dark, how many times have I told you that mind reading isn't meant for such things!"
Ethan grabbed the tuft of fur at the back of the black cat's neck. The black cat froze as if its fate's throat had been choked, obediently like a delicate cat doll, and the sudden "horror movie prologue" immediately came to an abrupt halt.
Adding horror movie elements in this kind of scenario could easily cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
If it were someone else, under intense mental stress, seeing a red octopus face suddenly appear in the corridor might just prompt them to cast a Fireball Skill.
