... He had never thought of that, actually. That majority of the food they have in town is the canned, stocked food. It would explain the town’s damn obsession with jello.

It makes his new diet more finicky than ever but that’s a bridge they’ll cross when they have to cross it. Right now, Huaisang has a good question that Daylight needs to answer: “From my understanding? Maybe nothing comes in? I haven’t seen any packages or mails from outside but there were so many items in the dead room… I wasn’t sure what was from here or what was from outside.”

He sighs, crossing his arms. “Believe me— I was tempted to grab some stuff and see what was being held back but it’s not possible.” He quickly explains why: Too many of the locals work there, the distant, creepy ones who watch you like a hawk. How one of them was the postmaster general, meaning this was all on purpose. “Honestly? I’m surprised I was allowed to be part of the group at all. It’s... unnvering how deep this goes, I won’t lie.”