Makai is my neighbor. One day, she knocked on my door, stroked her long ponytail, and said, "Two people form a team. Can you accompany me?"

We've known each other for thirteen years, and this is the first time she has actively asked me out.

My mouth went dry, and I couldn't speak. Subconsciously, I loosened the tie around my neck.

I tried to say calmly, "Sure, I'll accompany you once."

No, I'm not a bootlicker. I just... well, maybe I simply wanted to agree.

Makai looks decent. She's already tall, and when she wears the school uniform, she rolls up the shirt and ties a knot around her waist.

Makai's mother is a flight attendant and left nothing behind except her stunning beauty.

Makai had a very empty childhood, which made her desperate to hold onto any bit of affection she encountered.

A classmate of ours, Liu Lu, really dislikes her and says she's probably unclean.

I coldly closed my book and said, "I live right next to Makai. How could I not know what she does every day?"

So, I know that everything Liu Lu says is true. Sometimes Makai can change boyfriends three or four times, laughing joyfully and disturbingly from morning to night.

Liu Lu also said that Makai has a strange smell.

I know it's not a bad smell; it's the scent of when her grandmother mixes mutton and pear together for the lamb noodle soup, a fragrance that smells better than any expensive perfume in the world.

In this sense, I do seem like a bootlicker.

But the locked room is truly a haven for ambiguous relationships. In the darkness, she tightly held onto my arm and even kissed me...

You see, once I start talking about Makai, I keep going on and on.

Anyway, no matter what, she asked me to accompany her for a second attempt (it's her second attempt, and it's my first time playing in the locked room). Makai's number in the game is 11.