I baked
you a special
treat!
My famous
banana muffins!
Oh, hush.
They're
a 'thank you' gift
for fixing my pipe the other day.
No,
thank you.
I haven’t fixed anything. I tell her as much, but she just waves a hand dismissively.
Here. I know
they're your
favorite!
Come now,
stop being so
modest.
Now if
you'd only do
something about
these halls.
They're a
whole 10 steps
longer than last
week! I've
counted.
At this
rate, I'm going
to need another hip
replacement!
I wish she'd leave and take her problems with her. I have enough of my own.
My thoughts drift back to the journal while Mrs. Green launches into a one-sided conversation about her neighbors being too quiet, houseplants that die and come back to life, and an invisible pet cat.
Since I'm
here, I should
tell you about the
mold I found in
my kitchen.
Whenever
I look at it, I
see the most unsettling
faces staring back
at me.
I was
nearly beside
myself last night when
I saw the spitting
image of poor
Nancy.
She pauses, her eyes wide and expectant, like a child waiting for a bedtime story.
SIGH...
...Who?
You know,
Nancy.
The poor
woman from 401
who went missing.
The trick
is listening to the walls, you know.
If you ask
me, she probably
just got lost in
the halls.
If Mrs.
Green knows
Nancy, it's possible
that she's crossed
paths with Anne
as well.
Mrs. Green,
do you know someone
named Anne?
Anne?
Goodness
me, I was hoping
you'd forgot
about that...
Forgot about
what?
My hearing
aid was on the
blink when I
first moved
in.
I thought
you said your name
was "Anne" when
you introduced
yourself.
"That's
a strange name
for a man", I
thought.
But I know
young folks these days are more open-minded!
Mrs. Green laughs and admits to calling me "Anne" for an entire month before realizing her mistake.
She seems to find it all quite amusing, but I feel like someone has sucked the air out of the room.
I'll let
you enjoy your
muffins,
dear.
Come by
anytime to see
the mold.
Mrs. Green finally leaves me alone with my thoughts.
Not only did
she think that
I was Anne, she also
claims to have called me that
for a whole month when
I've only been here
for a day...
While it's tempting to dismiss Mrs. Green's story after all of her wild claims today, the frequency of these "coincidences" is too statistically significant to ignore.
I can’t decide what I’m more afraid of—the truth, or the uncertainty.
Ah so the reason for "Anne" (supposedly, it could be a red herring) is Mrs. Green misheard Kogan's name.
It's weird to think that if I hadn't joking called the character in Julian's early concept sketches "Kogan" (and the name sticking at first because we had nothing else to call him but Toons apparently liked it enough to name him that) then there also wouldn't be an Anne either.
~It started out as a joke, how did it end up like this?
It was only a joke, it was only a joke~
I'm really glad I came here from Webtoons, This is such a thrill- It feels like a video game, and is really pulling me in~ I'm in love!
Old woman is someone capable of taking the supernatural in stride and you can't wait until she's gone? You should be clinging to her for dear life. She may be the one person who believes what is happening to you.
Amnesia, him being called Anne... I think maybe he's suffering from multiple personality disorder?
Well now I'm really not sure what to make of all the tantalizing information this chapter, but it definitely makes Anne an even more mysterious character. I can't wait to see how everything unfolds!
Is he going to eat the cupcakes?
Ohh is Kogan using the name Anne as some sort of code name for his past/future/whatever self? I don’t remember if there were any hints to that before lol but if that’s true than things are getting ✨interesting✨
Mrs Green is so sweet I love her
Interesting that Mrs. Green clutches her naẓar as she leaves...I expect I'm reading into it too much, as she's clearly very affected by the state of things. But it makes me wonder if she's a bit afraid of Kogan as well. (Also, heck yes manana muffins)