I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120

[Rose Liverton]

1. Talk to her.

1. Leave.

The selection window that appeared when I first approached Rose reappeared.

‘Does the selection window appearing mean… this is the real Rose?’ I chose option 1, my heart pounding.

“Rose.”

As I cautiously called her name, “Yes?” she turned around. Blue eyes crinkled softly, and her characteristically high-pitched voice rang out. “Hello, Heyna.”

“….”

But I couldn’t respond to her greeting. Because the Rose who had turned around had her head twisted 180 degrees.

“Heyna?” Rose took a step toward me. “Why did you call me and not answer?” Her already impossibly twisted neck tilted again in a questioning gesture.

‘C-Crazy. What is that!’

Fear paralyzed me. I couldn’t even scream, just trembling uncontrollably.

“Heyna.”

The Rose, or rather, the ghost with the twisted neck, softly called my name and took another step closer. Her rose-colored hair withered, and her sky-blue eyes turned black. The ghost, its eyes now pitch black with no visible pupils, slowly blinked and stretched its lips into a wide grin.

“Why are you looking at me like that? It’s me, your friend Rose.” Muttering in a gloomy voice, the ghost suddenly burst into laughter. “Come here, Heyna. Let’s dance.” The ghost lifted the hem of her dress and twirled gracefully in place. And then…

“Heyna?”

“It’s Heyna.”

“Heyna!”

All the Roses in the ballroom simultaneously turned their heads to look at me.

“Heyna, what are you doing?”

“Let’s dance.”

“How long are you going to stand there?”

Dozens of Roses, their mouths stretched into grotesque grins, called out to me. Seeing this, I…

“Aaaah!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran.

“Wait, Heyna. Where are you going! Aren’t you going to dance with me?”

“Don’t go, Heyna.”

“Heyna~”

Fortunately, the ghosts didn’t chase me. The chilling voices called out “Heyna, Heyna” behind me over and over, but I ran without looking back.

***

After finally catching my breath, I started wandering through the ballroom again.

‘Right, I’ve been having it too easy these past few days, so I forgot for a moment. This is a horror game.’

Except for one, the real Rose, everything filling this ballroom was a ghost wearing Rose’s face. If I talked to a ghost, I would see another horrifying scene like before. The image of the Rose-shaped ghost with the twisted neck calling my name was still vivid in my mind. The thought of having to see that sight again and again made my heart pound.

‘I can’t do this alone. I need to find Dekir and search with him.’

Since the entire ballroom was filled with Roses, finding Dekir, who would be the only one with a different appearance, shouldn’t be too difficult. Just as I was thinking this…

“Heyna?”

A familiar voice called out to me.

“…Rose?”

It was Rose.

‘I can’t let my guard down. It could be a ghost disguised as Rose.’

Rose fidgeted with her clasped hands as she saw my wary gaze. She rolled her sapphire-blue eyes restlessly and hesitated for a long moment before speaking. “I’m sorry about earlier, Heyna.”

“Huh?”

“I’m sorry… for pretending not to know you earlier.”

I was taken aback by the sudden apology. She had initiated conversation without any prompts, and now she was apologizing for what happened earlier. ‘Could this finally be the real Rose?’ I cautiously asked, “Rose, do you know who I am?”

Rose giggled at my question. “Of course! You’re my friend, Heyna.” Somehow, her tone seemed unusually refined, unlike Rose… As I looked at her with suspicion, Rose smiled brightly and grabbed my hand. “I’m sorry. I must have scared you.”

“….”

“Actually, I know this is all a dream. But I didn’t want to wake up. Because if I wake up from this dream, I have to go back to that horrible place…” Rose’s voice trailed off, her expression darkening. Then, with a look of determination, she continued, “But I can’t stay trapped in this sweet dream forever. Thank you for coming to find me, Heyna. Let’s get out of here.” Rose smiled brightly and pulled me along.

‘…Something’s not right.’

Was Rose always this assertive? The Rose I knew, even if she realized this was a dream, wouldn’t want to wake up. Because, as she just said, a terrible reality awaited her when she woke up. I pulled my hand away from Rose’s grasp.

“Heyna?”

“…You’re not Rose.”

“What are you talking about, Heyna? Why wouldn’t I be Rose?”

“Rose would never say she wants to leave this place.”

“….”

“And Rose isn’t honest. She wouldn’t apologize so easily like you.” The blue eyes staring at me curved into crescents.

“Hehehe.”

Rose, or rather, the something in Rose’s form, covered her mouth and shrugged.

“Hehehe. Hehehe.” Chuckling softly, she suddenly froze as if malfunctioning. A brief silence followed—

“You caught me.” A chillingly gloomy voice echoed.