Her voice, a dry rasp, filled the room.
“He is my deepest nightmare…”
“I am his closest secret…”
“We share the same blood… Who is he?”
rolled over, tangling my legs in the blanket, and let out a soft snore.
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The ghost froze for a second, then gritted her teeth and repeated, “Who is he?”
I responded with a loud, grating sound as I ground my teeth.
The ghost was losing it. She started tearing at her hair and stomping her feet inside the painting.
“Who is he!”
“WHO IS HE!”
“WHO IS HE!”
[CHAT:…Wait, is this allowed? Did she just glitch the game?]
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[CHAT: How many players have been disemboweled by this ghost for getting the riddle wrong? And she just… sleeps
through it.]
[CHAT: This streamer is a rock. You could start a jet engine next to her ear and she wouldn’t stir.]
The next morning, I woke up from my beauty sleep feeling refreshed. The room was normal, except for the hanged
woman in the painting, who was now glaring at me with an expression of profound resentment.
A system notification told me to go downstairs for breakfast.
By the time I arrived, the long table held nothing but scraps and dirty plates.
“Sorry,” a guy with bleached–blond hair said, picking his teeth. “I ate your share. A C–rank like you won’t last long anyway.
Why waste valuable resources?”
A girl handed me something. “Here, this was my hot milk. You can have it.”
It was the same girl who had defended me yesterday.
I took it. “Thanks.”
“My name’s Eliot,” she said.
“I’m…” I yawned. “…I’m a bit sleepy. Was there anything else? If not, I think I’ll go take a nap.”
Eliot stared at me, speechless.
“…Something happened on the first floor last night. A player died,” Jax announced, shaking me by the shoulder. I must
have dozed off. “Since there’s a room free, the C–rank can have it.”
I blinked my eyes open, realizing the A–rank players were discussing strategy, “Hey! I’m talking to you. Did you hear me?”
I yawned again. “Sorry, I drifted off for a second. What were you saying?”
Jax looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel. “Do you think this is a hotel? How can someone so young sleep so
much!”
It wasn’t until he opened the door that I understood why the A–rank players were suddenly being so generous.
Before me was a little girl’s bedroom. A fluffy blue cloud–patterned rug was littered with dolls, and in the center stood a
pink princess bed.
But a stark contrast to the room’s cheerful decor was the massive pool of blood seeping out from under the bed, and
the dismembered human limbs scattered across the floor.
It was the room where the player had died last night.
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[CHAT: Well, Sleepyhead Eva is screwed now. Sleeping in here means a guaranteed visit from the little girl ghost. Get ready to be torn to shreds!]
[CHAT: The little girl is a mini–boss. You can’t just sleep your way past her.]
[CHAT: Don’t spoil it, guys! See? She’s so scared she’s running away… wait, why is she coming back with a broom?]
