"Haah… Sob… Haah…"
A village girl sat on a shaky chair. Tears running down the sides of her freckled face. She was really scared.
In that moment, Devon put his hands on her shoulder, and she started trembling like a leaf in the wind.
He leaned close and licked her face, savoring the taste of the tears that just kept running like a river.
"Unh…"
The village girl let out a disgusted sound, but she couldn't do anything and just sat there frozen in fear.
"I don't get it."
Devon said, and then he sat across from the village girl.
"Tears of the locals have a sweet taste to them. Real tears have a salty taste. Why is that so? Why did the game developers make it so?"
He asked.
However.
The village girl didn't know what he meant by that, as some terms were unknown to her, like game developer.
"I've experimented on players and locals alike to find the differences in the anatomy. I've also done my fair share of autopsies back in the real world.
