《The Obsessive Male Lead of the Horror Game is After Me》 CH 1.1 As I opened my eyes, an unfamiliar environment unfolded. The sunlight made it look like it was daytime, but it was only barely peeking through the cracks in the black dust-covered windows. When I lowered my head again, I could see that the rotten wood floor beneath my palms was damp. Advertisements ¡°Ugh¡­!¡± Appalled by the fishy odor coming from somewhere, I raised both my hands. ¡®¡­Wh-what is this? Where am I? A heavy darkness seemed to weigh down my entire body, and my heart was beating faster and faster. ¡­Was this a lucid dream? It was a situation that made no sense if it wasn¡¯t a dream. ¡®Yes, my dreams were always vivid.¡¯ Instead of taking a closer look around, I lowered my head back down and wrapped both hands around my face. It was because by doing this, I could no longer see the frightening surroundings. Still, I couldn¡¯t help but notice the unpleasant odors that wafted in. Advertisements ¡®Come on, let¡¯s wake up. Dream, please take me back¡­¡¯ I believed that when time passed, I would naturally wake up from my dream. However, one second felt like one minute here. The longer I waited, the more chills stroked my back. On top of that, since my eyes were covered, my other senses were heightened. I could hear all sorts of sounds coming from somewhere in the immediate vicinity. Swoosh. The sound of something passing by quickly. Thud. Sounds like something hitting the floor from the ceiling. Advertisements Cling-clang! The sound of something, presumably a tin can, being hit and tumbled. ¡®Ha, this isn¡¯t going to work¡­¡¯ It was a small sound, but it was enough stimulation to get me to my feet. Then, as I mustered up all of my courage and glanced around to see if where I was was safe, I could see that there was a long hallway on both sides. No matter how you look at it, it was far from a safe place and I couldn¡¯t stay in such an open place. ¡®¡­Please wake up.¡¯ I began to walk slowly down the hallway, all the while praying fervently inwardly that I would wake up from my dream. Advertisements It was the only light and hope that could save me now. ¡°¡­Excuse me?¡± It was a whispered voice that only I could hear. The visibility was short, so it seemed like if something would jump out in front of me at any moment, I¡¯d be helpless. My legs had been trembling for a long time. At this point, I was lucky if my heart didn¡¯t explode. As I barely moved my legs like that, I could suddenly see a room in front of me. ¡®I have to go in there and wait to wake up from my dream.¡¯ I took a difficult step with a little more energy. Advertisements There were many small picture frames hanging on the humid wall as I was walking closely next to it. It was dark, so I assumed it was mostly gray or white, but the shape was quite distinct. Each frame had a round shape drawn on it, some looked like eyeballs, and some looked like eggs. Upon looking closely, there was another small circle inside the circle. ¡®¡­It¡¯s an eyeball.¡¯ Advertisements What kind of artist just paints one big eyeball on a canvas? Still, it was an elaborate drawing that even depicted the faintest hint of veins in the eyeballs. I stuck my tongue out at the sight of ten grotesquely framed eyeballs hanging in a row. ¡®It¡¯s not a normal place.¡¯ The trembling in my legs had metastasized, and now my hands were now trembling as well. Advertisements Ppyuk! All of a sudden, I stepped on something, and it popped like a grape, sending sticky liquid splattered forward. Even though I tried to remove the foot, it was too crushed and I couldn¡¯t make out the shape. Feeling uncomfortable with the soles of my shoes, I had to rub them against the floor several times before I could walk again. I barely managed to stand in front of the door to the room, contemplating whether or not to open the closed door. It was because I didn¡¯t have the confidence to look beyond this room. While it would be fortunate if there were nothing, I remembered the sound I¡¯d heard earlier. Obviously, it was definitely not a place where anyone was. I was convinced that I wasn¡¯t the only person here. Creak. ¡®¡­Huh?¡¯ Advertisements From somewhere, I could hear the creaks of the old wooden floor. Even though I immediately checked the left and right aisles, I couldn¡¯t see anything. Because of that, I listened quietly as if time had stopped for a moment. Creak. Creak. ¡­I wasn¡¯t wrong. Frightened, I immediately opened the door in front of me and went in quickly. Looking around, it seemed to be someone¡¯s room. There was a bed, a closet, and a small desk though it looked like it hadn¡¯t been used in a very long time. Furthermore, white blanket-like fabrics were torn and scattered here and there, and the bed was split in two and stuck together. Other than that, only white, dense cobwebs filled the room. Advertisements ¡°Ugh. A spider web¡­ and, what¡ª¡± Regardless of my will, my legs, which had been shaking vigorously, collapsed. As I slumped down on the ground, frozen in place like a stone, the sound from earlier hit my ears again. Creak. Creak. The heavy footsteps came quite close. As the old wooden floor pressed against the soles of my feet, I let out a quavering cry before immediately turning my head toward the door of the room. The door was still wide open. I could have run right away and closed the door, but the thought crossed my mind that this would be the perfect time to run into the owner of the mysterious footsteps as well. Advertisements Creak. Creak. ¡®What is it? What¡¯s coming¡­?¡¯ My eyes instinctively searched for a place to hide, and in this room, the only place to hide was in the closet, which seemed to be the most intact. It was large enough for one person to fit inside. The sound of approaching footsteps becoming even closer gave me no time to think. Moving quickly into the closet, I sat down and gently closed the door, holding my breath. CH 1.2 Bzzz, bzzzz On the desk, my cell phone vibrated. At first glance, I could see that it was my friend. ¡®¡­What¡¯s happening at 2:00 am?¡¯ ¡°Hello? Why are you calling at this hour?¡± Advertisements ¡ª Merry Christmas! ¡°Puff. What¡¯s that? Did¡­ You even have to call me to tell me that?¡± ¡ª You weren¡¯t sleeping either. Huhu. ¡°I couldn¡¯t sleep because I took a nap for too long, so I was looking for something to play.¡± ¡ª Do you want to spend this Christmas playing games and reading novels? ¡°Hmm. I¡¯ll be alone this Christmas, too. Are you meeting your boyfriend?¡± ¡ª We met yesterday, and today I¡¯m by myself¡­ But do you know what? Advertisements ¡°No, I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡ª What. You knew what it was! ¡°Why, what is it? Hehe.¡± ¡ª They say that if you¡¯re awake at 3 a.m. on Christmas morning looking at something, you¡¯ll get possessed by that medium. ¡­There would always be a friend who sometimes talked about nonsense like this, and this was this friend. After chatting with her and hanging up, it was already 2:30 a.m. Since it was early morning, she must have clearly not been in her right mind. Even though it bothered me, I decided to ignore it. Advertisements And while I was diligently searching for a game, I stumbled upon a game I found in the depths of the deep ocean. When I clicked ¡®View Information,¡¯ I realized that it was a popular game that had been out for a minute. On top of all that, there was an insanely handsome man, who must be the male lead or something, seducing me with his face. I immediately clicked the play button on the promotional video. This¡­ it turned out to be a horror game. It was disappointing because it wasn¡¯t what I expected, but the face was really my taste¡­ The background was very dark and dreary. It seemed to start in some kind of mansion or something that was said to be some nobleman¡¯s vacation home. I skipped through the story without hearing any further explanation to the part where the male protagonist¡¯s face was shown the most. ¡®Ah. The atmosphere is a little scary¡­¡¯ Advertisements He was displayed like a work of art in a dark room¡­ confined alive in a glass cage so narrow that it was impossible to sit down. As the player approached the glass cabinet, he struggled to open his mouth. ? I can¡¯t open this glass door from the inside, so you have to open it for me. Can you get me out of here? ? With his desperate eyes, I wondered how many people would say no. The situation was very unfortunate, but most of all, the face¡­ ¡°Look at that face. I¡¯m completely mesmerized, mesmerized¡­ I¡¯m going to be a capital sinner if I don¡¯t save him!¡± Rattle. Advertisements When the player opens the glass door, he walks out with a slight smile on his face. His glossy black hair fluttered wildly at the slightest breeze. Advertisements ? Thank you so much. Thanks to you, I feel like I can live now. My name is Noel, what¡¯s your name? ? I just smiled a little as I didn¡¯t think he could look any more pretty. ¡°Wow. This face is awesome¡­ I mean, it¡¯s crazy!¡± As I opened my eyes and admired his beauty again, I didn¡¯t realize that saliva was dripping down my chin. Advertisements ¡°It¡¯s Christmas, and his name is Noel¡­ Then, let¡¯s spend this Christmas with Noel!¡± Needless to say, it had been a long time since the thought that it was a horror game flew out of my head. ? Your name is Lisa? You¡¯re pretty, and your name is also really pretty¡­ ? The appearance of the player character wasn¡¯t visible, but according to Noel, it must be pretty. If so, would it be as good as Noel¡¯s appearance? The video was nearing the end. Advertisements Noel, who was fumbling with his waistcoat, suddenly pulled out a black mace and raised it. ¡°Huh? What¡¯s he going to do with that¡­?¡± ? This place is scary? Don¡¯t worry, because you¡¯re a good girl¡­ I¡¯ll make sure you don¡¯t feel any pain. ? ¡­Was this why it was a horror game? ¡®What is this? What is it all of a sudden?! No¡­ why?¡¯ Advertisements Ah. Why?! ?You don¡¯t like it? That¡¯s a little¡­difficult¡­ Just be patient, it will be over soon. ? As the player slowly stepped backwards, Noel gradually increased his pace and approached, stroking his mace menacingly. ? Why are you getting further away? Are you trying to get away from me¡­? Don¡¯t do that. ? Advertisements When the player quickly turned around and ran, the video ended there. ¡°Euuk¡­¡± I could feel the saliva flowing around my mouth drying up. The chilling end of the video gave me goosebumps. Looking at the clock on the monitor, it was exactly three o¡¯clock. And the moment I checked the time, my friend¡¯s words rang in my ears out of nowhere. ¡®If you¡¯re awake at 3 a.m. on Christmas morning looking at something, you¡¯ll get possessed by that medium.