The voice sounded somewhat familiar. Incubus, while enduring the intense pain, frowned and carefully sized up the newcomer.
As he watched, he shivered instinctively.
"Bo-Boss?" Incubus muttered softly.
"Call me Editor. Do you know how long you've stopped updating in this period?" The voice of the editor-in-chief carried no emotion. However, it was precisely this indifferent tone that sent a chill down Incubus' spine.
Damn... This game always weirdly gets too realistic in unnecessary places.
I'm doomed! Doomed! Doomed!
Why did my editor actually hunt me down inside the game?
Is it just because I took a bit longer leave recently?
Is it just because I agreed to start a new book with my editor but bailed at the last moment?
Is it just because I encouraged the newcomers in the editor's little group to start new books and then cut them off when they didn't do well?
