Sorry for Making You Worry, Eu – Part 02

First, we headed for the living room, where we found me.

Instead of tatami mats, the floor was covered in seasoned spinach.

The walls were deep-fried tofu. Crispy fried tofu with grated daikon and ponzu was delicious, by the way.

Anyway, in the middle of that Japanese-style room surrounded by tofu and spinach, I was sitting at a bizarre low table made from a giant pork loin with four thick burdock roots stuck into it.

“Hey. Glad you made it. Welcome to the House of Side Dishes,” he greeted as casually as some friendly middle-aged neighbor.

I sat down next to myself. Fuck, this whole situation was way too hard to explain.

The version of me sitting there wore a T-shirt every bit as bizarre as Haruna’s.

It read, First Stage: Gluttony.

What was that supposed to mean? For now, I decided to call him Gluttony.

“I know why