I tell fortunes for NPCs in a horror game

My name is Shu Ran, and I have always made my family proud since I was in school.

After graduating from college, my best friend Han Xiaoxiao and I opened our own clothing store. All the clothes in the store were designed by ourselves. Some sell well and some sell poorly, but that doesn’t stop us from loving this store and our works.

It was very difficult at the beginning of starting a business, especially when we had to spend all our savings to pay for rent and borrow money to rent a storefront. We almost lost confidence.

If you ask me, I can't explain how I gritted my teeth and endured it again and again.

We two girls slept in the basement together, ate rice together, and even went to the mall to use the air conditioner together in the cold winter months because we couldn't stand the cold.

The topic we talked about most at that time was: "When will we get rich?" Lying in the same bed, we daydreamed.

No one thought that that dream would actually come true one day.

Han Xiaoxiao and I’s store was ambushed by a blogger, and more and more people came to the store to buy clothes.

We moved out of the basement and had our own houses;

We no longer drool when looking at the food in advertisements, and if we want to eat, we can taste it together;

Expensive accessories began to appear on our bodies, and we also learned to enjoy life.

However, I started to see strangeness in her occasionally.

She would complain to me: "Look at that one, just that one. I've been to the store several times and tried on so many clothes, but I haven't seen her buy it yet."

She would test me: "Of course, do you really just want to keep this store? This is the place where our dream begins, yes, but people must also look forward. When it comes to design, it is just a shop. Designer.”

But she still laughs with me and makes trouble with me.

Until, my design was revealed to be "plagiarized".

The other party is a rookie designer from a well-known company. The most terrible thing is that his design was produced a week earlier than mine, so the matter of "plagiarism" was finalized.

The other company's legal affairs officer came to the store and told me that he would sue me and asked me to prepare a public apology and compensation.

When I was blocked in front of the store and cursed, my mind was in chaos and I didn't know how to respond to those questions.

All the designs are constructed by me one stroke at a time. Who can I copy?

But the fact is before me, two sets of suits that are almost identical, not even a little bit different.

On the way home, I was stoned. Because it was a blind spot in surveillance, I could not find the culprit.

Han Xiaoxiao helped me bandage the wound and said, "Of course, it will be good after this limelight, and everyone will forget about it."

She comforted me so much that although I followed her instructions and hid temporarily, I still felt fearful and uneasy.

However, it didn’t take long for our store to close. In fact, I can understand it, because no one would want to buy clothes from a designer store that had a plagiarism incident.

……

Just like Han Xiaoxiao said, after the clothing store closed, my life began to gradually return to normal.

However, I still can't figure out why my original design is labeled as plagiarism.

Han Xiaoxiao found a new job as a styling coordinator. Although she no longer did design, at least she didn't go too far. From what she said, the salary and benefits are also pretty good.

I am really happy for her, but she is too busy and often works overtime. Even so, she would still take time to accompany me for review and chat with me.

I put aside my love for designing clothes and found a convenience store to work as a cashier. The daily busyness would make me forget to dream again.

Anyway, I have bought a house, and my daily expenses in life can be guaranteed by my salary.

This kind of life lasted for more than half a year. When it snowed for the first time this winter, I suddenly remembered that we used the air conditioner in the mall until the mall closed.

I don’t know if it was because of my unwillingness, but for the first time I returned to the place where we once opened a store, which has become a retail store.

This is where my dream begins, but it is also where it ends.

"Hello, welcome."

When I walked into the store, I clearly remembered where the clothes I designed had been placed, but now they were displayed in a completely different way.

Feeling sour and astringent in my heart, I walked around the store for a while with mixed feelings.

"Girl, what do you want to buy?"

The sudden sound from behind startled me. I took a breath of air and stumbled into the cabinet next to me.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I kept apologizing, squatting down and picking up everything scattered on the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay, I scared you."

I heard the other person's voice sounded familiar, and looked up at her in confusion. She was squatting on the ground picking up things like me. Perhaps she noticed that my movements were stagnant, and she also raised her head to look at me.

The moment our eyes met, I panicked - until my death I will never forget the face that caused trouble in the store!

After the plagiarism incident, she came to the store and scolded me in public, trashing me and reducing my work to dust.

I subconsciously sat back, and she frowned: "Girl, what's wrong with you?" There was doubt and impatience in her tone.

The scrutiny in her eyes left me with nowhere to hide. I got up from the ground and ran away quickly.

I knew about the transfer of the store. Xiaoxiao told me that it was transferred to an old friend.

The person causing trouble is her friend? This is impossible, there must be some misunderstanding.

"Hey, Ranran, what's wrong?"

I listened to her loud music and felt mixed: "Xiaoxiao, our store... was transferred to whom? I want to take a look. Is it convenient?"

"Why did you suddenly think of this? However, the past has passed. You have to look forward. I know that that store is your regret. We will have another chance in the future..."

Before she finished speaking, someone else's voice came from the other end of the phone calling her. She hung up the phone in a hurry and told me to call back later.

I looked at the store at the corner of the street, and after a while, I received a text message from Han Xiaoxiao: Of course, I asked my friend, and I will accompany you to see it when I am free in two days.

She said she wanted to take me to see this store, so she probably didn’t know that the woman was working in the store now, right? so far so good……

Two days later, Xiaoxiao kept her promise and took me to the store. The decoration in the store was the same as when I came last time, but the woman did not show up.

I looked around twice, smiled, held my arm and whispered, "Of course, they are all looking at us."

I turned around and saw that the clerk seemed to think we were strange people and kept staring in our direction.

I pulled on the mask with some embarrassment and left with her.

After leaving the store, she asked me again: "So, what happened to make you want to visit your hometown again?"

"No...it's okay..."

"Tell me, why, do you have a little secret?"

I looked back at the store we used to run, and felt disappointed: "Of course, this year's national designer competition is about to begin, and I want to give it a try."

I don't know what is going on with that woman, but my heart is telling me that none of this is an accident.

Maybe she came to cause trouble just to get my store.

How could I give in to such a person? no way!

But Han Xiaoxiao’s reaction was beyond my expectation: “Do you still want to be a designer?”

"My dream has always been to be a designer, isn't it the same for you?" In my opinion, she was just forced by reality and had no choice but to choose another path.

"But you can't hide your plagiarism. Do you really want to stand in front of the public and be judged?"

"I didn't plagiarize."

"I know, but others don't."

I always thought that Han Xiaoxiao understood me, but I never thought that we would have a dispute on this matter.

She said it was to protect me.

But what is the difference between a person who has lost his ideals and a person who has lost his soul?