Looking around, Daniel searched for the kitchen, but he couldn't see anything.
As large as the house was, it felt like moving through endless puzzles and hurdles, making Daniel tired before he even began.
"This stress isn't for me… why the hell is the kitchen so hard to find?" Daniel muttered. In normal houses he'd been to, kitchens were closer to the dining room for convenience—grab condiments, fetch food—but here it felt like he had gone on a parallel journey into another world, and still no kitchen.
"You know you're heading toward the rooms of the male visitors, and I'm sure you don't want to see old people dressing up. You'd be traumatized for life," Alexander said coolly.
Daniel grimaced. Old men dressing up?
"What were they even doing there previously, and why do they need to dress up?" Daniel wondered aloud.
"Hmm… curiosity kills the cat, dear. Let's just put it as… sexual gifts." Alexander explained so nonchalantly, as if it were a normal routine.
