I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Thud, thud!
What was that?
I thought, tilting my head upwards.
Just then, with a loud thud, a picture frame hanging high on the wall fell, revealing a hidden space. From within emerged Tommy, clutching a dusty bed sheet.
I cautiously approached him.
“Tommy?”
I, who couldn’t speak due to the penalty, had Dekir call out to Tommy on my behalf.
“Are you alright?”
“…Ugh. Dekir?” Tommy groaned, clutching his head. As he loosened his grip on the bed sheet, a cascade of fiery red hair tumbled out.
‘Rose!’
Rose seemed unconscious. But even Tommy didn’t look too good.
What on earth happened in the past room?
“Tommy, what happened in the past room?” Dekir asked, as if reading my mind.
“I met a crazy woman.”
“A crazy woman?”
“A ghost woman in white pajamas. Didn’t she appear on your side?”
A ghost in white pajamas.
It had to be Jessie.
Tommy shuddered, his face contorted in fear at the mere thought. He took a few deep breaths to steady himself before recounting the events that unfolded in the past room.
“You mean Rose, who was wearing a maid’s uniform, was lying on the bed when the ghost suddenly appeared?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“And then, shortly after, a hole suddenly appeared in the bed, and you fell through to this place?”
“Yeah.”
Rose in a maid’s uniform. The bed. And Jessie, who suddenly appeared.
‘It’s just like the story I remember.’
I was convinced. The bed Rose was lying on was actually an altar.
Everything up to the point where Rose, dressed in a maid’s uniform, climbed onto the bed, or rather, the altar, matched the story perfectly.
However, there was one difference.
‘Originally, a choice should have appeared asking who the sacrifice was. But that choice didn’t appear. Instead, the two people who were in the past room came to the present.’
Jessie had tried to pull Rose away from the altar. I could guess the reason why.
‘Jessie wants me to die here. She must have tried to prevent the two of them from acting according to the story.’
So, wouldn’t the fact that Tommy and Rose, who were in the past room, came here mean that there was a way to escape this place?
I calmly looked around the room, checking for any changes.
‘There doesn’t seem to be anything different….’
“Why is this place in such a mess?” Tommy grumbled, getting up from where he had been slumped on the floor.
“What’s that?”
Tommy frowned, pointing at the altar.
“It looks like some kind of demonic ritual was being performed here.”
Demonic ritual.
He wasn’t wrong. This place was actually where forbidden black magic experiments were conducted.
The black magic referred to here is a ritual that involves sacrificing humans to summon demons.
According to the setting I, the story writer, created, the head of the Clarence family was extremely fond of the occult. He stumbled upon a book called “How to Summon a Demon” and became consumed by the temptation of gaining greater wealth and prestige if he could control a demon.
However, the book was missing the page that contained information about the most important part of the summoning ritual. Based on the numerous details described in the book, the head of the family deduced that the ritual required a human sacrifice.
And so, he sacrificed countless humans in this place.
Most of the victims were servants who worked in the mansion. Among them, there were a disproportionate number of commoners who came from poor families. The reason for this was that when they disappeared, the most their families could do was file a missing person’s report.
Weak people who could suddenly disappear without anyone paying much attention.
They became sacrifices for summoning demons and vanished from this place without a trace.
Jessie was also one of those countless victims.
To think I came up with such a horrible setting.
No matter how well stimulating stories were received in horror games, now that I think about it, it’s not a setting I’m particularly proud of.
Was it because I’m not a player who can return to the real world whenever I want, but someone who is truly trapped here?
Anyway.
Tommy’s words reminded me of something.
‘We came to the present room after doing things according to the story in the past room. So, if we put Rose on the altar here, we might be able to go to the future room.’
To confirm my suspicions, we first had to put Rose on the altar.
‘It’s frustrating not being able to speak.’
I tapped Dekir’s arm to get his attention.
“What’s wrong, Heyna?”
I pointed my finger at Rose and made a gesture of placing her on the altar.
“You want to put Rose on the altar?”
‘Yes!’
I nodded vigorously at Dekir, who had managed to understand what I wanted to say with just a few hand gestures.
I’m so glad I have Dekir.
“Alright, Heyna.”
Just as Dekir was about to approach Rose, who was wrapped in the bed sheet.
“Wait.”
Tommy blocked Dekir’s path.
“I think I just heard you say you were going to put Rose on the altar.”
Tommy, who was standing stiffly, looked at me and Dekir alternately with wary eyes.
“Explain to me properly what you’re trying to do.”
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