That's Not Me

Flower Garden Entertainment Agency.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Plotter's forehead. His face turned pale as he glanced toward the lounge entrance.

In that area, a completely menacing figure stood.

The Director, with her fiery eyes, glared at him and the glowing teleportation portal at the entrance.

"What the hell is happening?!" she demanded.

Plotter instinctively stepped back but restrained himself from hiding behind the staff members, who were also panicking over the situation.

The mechanism was supposed to work like this: once participants exited through the door, they would be transported outside the entrance of a simple-looking building that was a discreet property used as a front by Flower Garden. There were staff members waiting in each location to receive them.

They waited for anyone to show up, but no one did.