I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 14
I found myself gazing blankly at the strange items in my inventory. Each one bore an unsettling name.
“Hey, Heyna. Are you packing too?”
Rose latched onto my arm, her voice warm.
“Oh, yes.” I responded with an awkwardness that belied my true feelings, hastily closing the inventory window.
There was no point in revealing the contents of my belongings to Rose. It would only stir needless unease within her.
“Heyna, about earlier…”
“Earlier, when I doubted you.”
Ah, that incident.
“At that moment, I…” Rose’s voice trailed off, her head bowing deeply. Her ears, peeking out through her wavy hair, were as red as her hair.
I understood her desire to apologize, yet for Rose, who held her pride dearly, admitting her true feelings was no easy feat. Still, her struggle to be the one to speak first and offer an apology was undeniably quintessentially Rose.
“I-I it really necessary to apologize? You were in a situation where suspicion was inevitable. Why did you immediately jump to conclusions and make people doubt Dekir? I can’t say I’ve done anything well, but you know that you also contributed to the cause, right?”
In the end, Rose seemed to give up on apologizing and started rambling. Waves seemed to crash into her calm blue eyes. Her gaze, which had been moving back and forth, finally fell to the ground.
Finding Rose’s demeanor endearing, I chuckled softly.
“W-what’s so funny? Are you mocking me?”
“No, Rose. It’s because I’m grateful.”
“Grateful? For what?”
“For coming to apologize to me first.”
A profound blush swept across Rose’s cheeks, suffusing her entire countenance. Like a ripe tomato, her face now radiated a hue that surpassed mere embarrassment.
“An apology… what nonsense! I never—”
My words were met with silence.
“You’re such a good person, Rose.”
The intensity of her blush intensified, causing her to swiftly avert her gaze.
“W-Well, that’s… Regardless! Since we both played a part in this incident, let’s set it aside. If a similar situation arises in the future, I promise to stand by your side at least once.”
As Rose finished speaking, a notification appeared.
[Rose’s favorability towards ‘Heyna’ has increased by 1.]
Huh? Favorability? I didn’t know such a feature existed.
In the original game, there was no favorability system.
LMM wasn’t a dating simulation game, but a pure horror game.
‘I already knew it was different from the original game, but I didn’t realize it would be this different.’
Above Rose’s head, five hearts materialized.
Each heart symbolized an increase in favorability, and one of them glowed crimson, signifying an increase in her favorability levels.
In the blink of an eye, the hearts vanished, leaving me pondering.
I couldn’t help but wonder. What would happen when all the hearts were filled? In most dating simulation games, reaching maximum favorability leads to special events. Would the same hold true here? Would something extraordinary unfold?
‘If this were a typical dating simulation game, it would align perfectly with my expertise.’
While horror games weren’t my cup of tea, I enjoyed dating simulators.
With my extensive knowledge of the characters’ personalities and backstories, filling those five favorability slots seemed like child’s play.
‘I’ll have to check it out later.’
Although I had successfully raised Rose’s favorability level, the mysterious objects in my possession remained unexplained.
‘A blood-stained knife, a strange potion, a severed wrist… These items undoubtedly belong to the villain!’
While the severed wrist could be attributed to its inclusion in the collectibles, the presence of the other items bewildered me. I vehemently denied any association with the villain. Yet, within my inventory lay possessions that should rightfully belong to that insidious character.
What did this signify?
‘Could it be that I am, in fact, the villain?’
Reacting swiftly, I pinched myself as if to snap out of a reverie.
As I opened my eyes, I recalled that I was the writer of this game and found myself inhabiting the body of Heyna.
Unbeknownst to me, Rose, Tommy, and Zion unfolded the lot they drew before.
“I got a circle.”
“I’ve also gotten a circle as well.”
Rose, Tommy, and Zion formed a group as they all got a circle on their paper.
“I got an X.”
Since the teams were being divided, it was inconceivable for Dekir to be on one team… Yet, out of courtesy, I unfolded the piece of paper.
“I am paired with Dekir.”
Fortuitously, this arrangement suited my intentions.
‘If it’s just the two of us, we can scrutinize him without the need for pretense.’
This was my golden opportunity. I would soon expose the truth, uncovering Dekir’s true identity as the villain.
“We’ll take the path on the left. Heyna and Dekir, could you venture down the right path?”
Dekir, his gaze fixed on me, extended his hand.
“Let us proceed, Heyna.”
Momentarily hesitant, I took hold of Dekir’s hand.
Contrary to his cold exterior, his hand was large and warm. The simple act of intertwining our fingers provided an inexplicable sense of security.
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“I can’t shake off this eerie feeling.”
“Yeah, same here.”
As we walked through the corridor, I observed Dekir’s every move with keen attention. So far, there is nothing overtly suspicious about him.
Now that we were alone, I expected him to reveal his true colors…
‘No, it won’t do. Given the circumstances, I must be the first to make my move.’
“Do you think there might be a villain among us?”
He furrowed his brow, feigning deep contemplation. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t necessarily think there’s a villain among us.”
“Perhaps the villain was hiding somewhere in this mansion?”
Somewhere in this mansion… don’t you know you’re the villain?
Suppressing the overwhelming urge to shout it at him, I spoke calmly.
“I believe there’s a villain among us.”
“Why do you think so?”
‘Why, you ask? Because you are the villain.’
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