Anger? Damage? Felix was beginning to understand. Was he supposed to get angry enough to hurt someone? That certainly fit the name House of Wrath.

It didn't seem too difficult.

As soon as the gatekeeper finished speaking, a cart appeared beside Felix. It was piled high with weapons like knives, chainsaws, and hammers. There were even some brutal-looking torture devices he had never seen before, let alone imagined.

"Hello, would you like to buy a flower?"

Startled, Felix turned to see a little girl standing before him, looking no more than five years old. She held a basket filled with a dozen or so roses.

"Please buy one. My grandma is sick and needs money for treatment. Won't you help? Look how beautiful these roses are."

Her soft smile froze Felix in place. Then, the gatekeeper's voice rang out again.

"Let me remind you that everyone you see here is a real resident of Laurel Resort. Don't go thinking this is all fake."

What?

Felix's expression darkened. Even if he didn't know