The internet worked.
Kind of.
Maybe.
Technically.
You know... If someone was feeling extremely generous with the definition of the word 'worked'.
I sat cross-legged in the middle of the couch glaring at the buffering wheel spinning slowly across the television screen while one single bar of signal mocked me from the corner of my phone.
This was not civilization.
Not that I was expecting civilization. But after having months of internet after a decade without it? Even I would admit that I had gotten used to the finer things in life, and I wasn't willing to needlessly suffer anymore.
And this? This was suffering.
Overtop of me, the mansion sounded like an active construction site.
There were footsteps on the roof.
Several loud crashes with even louder swearwords that not even I had ever heard before.
At one point Lingyun shouted something about almost dying, followed immediately by Chenghai yelling back that electrocution wasn't technically dying.
Personally?
