"Mr. Miyamoto, please close the door for me."
Tsumada Yu courteously said after entering the room.
The layout of his room was simple, consisting of a single bed, a large wardrobe, and a computer desk.
It was neither particularly tidy nor disorderly.
"Hi!" Although Mr. Miyamoto didn't understand why, the naive and kind-hearted man still turned and closed the bedroom door.
He had no defenses against his landlord.
But the moment he closed the door, a rope from behind was slipped around his neck and forcefully tightened.
"Uh—uh—uh—"
Caught off guard, Mr. Miyamoto's eyes bulged as he flailed his arms and stamped his feet on the ground, thumping sounds resonating, his face gradually turning pale.
He couldn't fathom why the landlord would want to kill him.
Tsumada Yu's hands clutched the rope tightly, his usual honest and gentle face replaced by a fierce and hideous one as he bit his teeth and continued to exert force.
