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How to Die in a Company That Turned Into a Labyrinth Chapter 14: Adults thought it was fine (or something like that)

Chapter 14: Adults thought it was fine (or something like that)

Calm​ down.

“Hello,‌‍ my name is​​ Seon Yuhan. I am a companion⁠⁠​ who shares the​⁠‌ same objective as‌​⁠ Miss Hwang Juyeon.⁠⁠‍ Right, Miss Hwang​​ Juyeon?”

I spoke calmly, letting​​⁠ out words with⁠‌‌ confidence.

Being⁠‌ a “companion” does⁠ not necessarily mean‍‌ a coworker.

It‌⁠‍ can also mean‍‌ a companion to‌ escape the labyrinth.‍

“Ah,‌ yes. Of course.‍‍ We are companions.”​‌

Fortunately,‍‌‌ Hwang Juyeon quickly⁠‍‍ caught on and‌ nodded.

The‌ goose plush fell​‌ silent for a moment, like a robot that had​‌ run out of‍ battery.

It⁠​ seemed to be​⁠‌ evaluating whether I was really her⁠ companion.

Depending⁠‌‌ on that verdict,‍ it would decide‍‌ whether I would⁠​ be killed here‌‌⁠ again or not.‌‌‌

“Ah!‍‌ I see!”

After​ about ten seconds⁠‌ that felt like⁠‌​ ten minutes, the​⁠​ cheerful voice of⁠⁠‌ the doll was‍​ heard again.

To‌‍​ be honest, I couldn’t let my⁠⁠⁠ guard down.

The‌‍ first time it⁠‌ had also said​‌​ “Ah, I see”‌‍ many times before⁠⁠⁠ throwing me out.‍‌ To the afterlife.⁠⁠

“Nice⁠‍ to meet you,‌‌ Seon Yuhan!”

The⁠ goose bent its​ long neck inward.⁠‌‌

**⁠‌‌

5-2.‌​ Enter as a companion of an‍‍‌ employee or someone​‍ related to the‍‍ daycare.

**‌

“Come‍‍‍ in, both of​ you! The children‍ are waiting!”

Wow.‌​‌ With someone they​​⁠ don’t consider a suspicious outsider, they​‌⁠ are terrifyingly kind.‍⁠‍

But​‍ don’t get confused‌‍ that does not‍⁠ mean they truly⁠‍ value the children.‌

The⁠‌ labyrinth is fair,‌‍ and precisely because‌​​ of that it⁠​⁠ is unfair.

It‌‌‌ makes no exceptions⁠​ for the weak‍ or defenseless.

It​​​ is petty in‌‍⁠ that sense.

Of‌‍ course, that is‍ a very human‌‍ judgment but I am human.

Well,‍⁠ seen another way,​​ since it also⁠​ kills the strong‌‌ equally, is it⁠‍‍ better than humans‍ who only trample⁠‍ the weak?

I don’t even know‍⁠ anymore.

Anyway.⁠

There​​​ may be different‌‍​ rules for children‌ but that does‌ not mean they⁠ are meant to‍ protect them.

“Ah…!​‌⁠ Hey, little one!‍ Are you okay?!”⁠

See?​‌

It​​ makes no exceptions‍ for being a child. How despicable.‌‌​

Following⁠ Hwang Juyeon, I ran inside.

Only⁠ afterward did I think whether we​⁠ needed the goose’s⁠⁠ permission to move.​‌

But‌ what I saw‍‍​ was too unpleasant.‍‌

A child about six‍‌‍ or seven years‍​‌ old was standing‍‍ on a round‌ base, with his​ arms extended theatrically.‌

The​‍⁠ base rotated slowly.⁠​

Like​​ a figurine from⁠ a music box.​

“Eh…⁠​ do you remember‌ the teacher? A moment ago she​ did a magic‍‍‍ trick for you​‌ here.”

The‍‌ child’s thin limbs⁠⁠⁠ trembled, and his⁠‌​ small face was‍ distorted by tears.​​​

I didn’t know how‍⁠ long he had​​ been like that,‌‍ but that was⁠⁠ clearly punishment. Abuse.‍⁠‌

“Can​‌​ you hear us?‍‍ Can you get‌‍ down?”

The​‌‌ child nodded his‌ head and then​ shook it.

“Ah…!”‌‍

He⁠‌‍ even struck Hwang‍ Juyeon with his‍ forehead when she‌‌ tried to lift​⁠ him, pushing her‌ away forcefully.

Hwang⁠‌ Juyeon held her​ reddened nose, confused.​‍

I understood what was‌‌ in the child’s‌​ eyes.

Fear.⁠‍‍

And‍‍‌ that fear was‌‍ not directed at​⁠ us.

“Miss⁠‍‍ Hwang Juyeon, wait‌‌⁠ a moment.”

I touched her shoulder‍ and looked at‍‍ the goose.

The⁠​ doll, with its​​‌ ridiculous appearance that​⁠ invites lowering one’s​​​ guard, stood upright,‌‌ pointing at us⁠‌ with its orange⁠‍ beak.

“What‌‍ should I call‌ you?”

“Oh​​ my, how fun!”‌⁠

A cheerful laugh came‌‌‌ out of its‍⁠‌ sewn beak.

“Who‍​ do you think⁠⁠​ I am?”

A monster?

A goose plush?

A murderous creature hidden⁠ inside that ridiculous​ costume?

“Well,⁠ I am the‌​ teacher!”

Of‌‌ course, why not.‌

“Teacher,⁠ why is that‌⁠ child like that?”​‍

“Ah,​‌‌ are you talking‌ about Jiho?”

That⁠ child was like⁠‍​ that because of‌‍ a labyrinth rule.‍⁠

I had to understand⁠‌ exactly what was​ happening in order⁠ to resolve it.‍‌‌

“Isn’t​‍ it obvious? He⁠ is learning to⁠‌⁠ become a child​‌⁠ who receives love!”​‍​

“Could‍​ you explain exactly⁠ how that method‌​ works?”

“Wow!‌‍‍ Are you interested⁠‍ in our educational​ system? How gratifying.‌​ Right now we​‌ are completely renewing⁠‌ the program because‌ it had many​ deficiencies.”

“Next‌​‌ time you should​‌​ eliminate it completely.”⁠‍⁠

“Excuse‌ me?”

“Eh?‌ I didn’t say​‍ anything.”

The⁠‍‍ goose caught my⁠​‍ murmur immediately and‌ slowly moved its​ neck.

I didn’t know what‌ that gesture meant.​‍

“Anyway,⁠‌‍ it is very‌ simple. You just⁠​‌ have to correct‍ them like this‌‌ so that the​ behavior of a loved child is⁠​ naturally engraved into⁠ their body.”

It‍ pointed toward the‍​ child, who was‍‌ still trembling.

“So​⁠ that they do‍‌ not cry loudly,‌ do not throw‍‌ tantrums, do not⁠ run nonstop, do‍​‌ not twist their​⁠⁠ bodies restlessly, nor⁠⁠ babble in an‍‍⁠ incomprehensible way.”

And⁠ with a voice‌‍ full of pride,⁠ it added.

“See?‍ This way it‍‍ is pleasant for‍‌‍ adults.”

Of‍‌‌ course, you sick‍⁠ bastard.

But,⁠ ignoring my disgust,‍ I memorized everything.​​⁠

Those‌ were the rules​ that child had‌‌ to follow in​⁠ this daycare turned‍​‍ labyrinth.

“I‌​ don’t understand why‌ we didn’t use‍​ this method before.”‌⁠⁠

Because‍‍‌ that is violence,‌ you bastard.

Children⁠‌ must grow making⁠⁠‌ noise.

They‌‍⁠ must cry, complain,‌​⁠ run.

If‌ it weren’t like​ that, adults would‌ forget they exist.⁠⁠

They‍‍‌ even forget that⁠⁠⁠ they themselves were‍‌ once children.

…And​‍​ I am not​ free from that​‌⁠ forgetting either.

“But⁠ now you can‌⁠‍ leave your children‍‌‌ here calmly. We‌ have eliminated the​‌‍ teachers who did⁠ not meet the‍ standard!”

“What?”‌‌

“Oh!​‌‌ Sorry. We dismissed⁠​‍ them.”

Damn‍‍⁠ monster.

“Eliminate”‌ or “dismiss” inside​​‌ the labyrinth, that‍​ sounds equally dangerous.​⁠

It⁠⁠ probably means they⁠‍‌ died.

“What‍⁠‍ is the criterion​⁠‍ for not being​​⁠ dismissed?”

“That​‌⁠ is confidential. It⁠​⁠ is an internal‍‌⁠ matter.”

I didn’t expect an‍ answer.

“Then,⁠​ can we take‍ Jiho now?”

That‍‍⁠ was the point.​‌​

To​ stop that punishment.‌‌

“Mmm…‍‍ let’s see.”

The​ goose’s white body‌​‍ moved slightly, as‍​ if enjoying the​ situation.

“Ah!⁠‌ It’s fine! You⁠‌‍ will be his‍​ temporary guardians, so​‌ today he can‍⁠ leave early.”

It⁠‍⁠ seemed to allow​ it but then‍​‍ dropped the bomb.​⁠

“There​​‌ is no need⁠‌ to wait for‌​‌ his mother to​ finish working. After⁠‌​ all, she will‌​ not come.”

“What?⁠ What exactly do‍ you mean by‍ that?”

I lowered my voice,​​ thinking of the​‍​ child who was⁠⁠​ watching us in​⁠ fear.

“That⁠​ Jiho’s mother is‌‍‍ no longer here.”​‍​

The​ damn goose answered‌‌‌ with a smile,​​⁠ as if it‍​​ wanted us to‌‍ hear it clearly.⁠

“Ah…‍​​ now that you⁠‍⁠ mention it… the⁠​⁠ other children. Where​ are the other‌‍ children?”

Hwang⁠ Juyeon asked with‍‍​ a nervous voice.⁠​ Perhaps because she‍ was choosing her‍‌ words in front⁠ of the goose,⁠​‌ she used an‌⁠⁠ awkward formal tone.​

“But⁠‌​ what are you‍‍ saying, they are​‍ here.”

The​​ goose tilted its‌ head and pointed‌ backward.

“There‍ are plenty of⁠​ Jiho’s friends, don’t​⁠ you see?”

There​‌‌ was a multitude‌⁠ of dolls there.⁠

The‌ same toys that‍‍‌ had previously bitten,⁠⁠⁠ stabbed, and killed⁠ me.

Hwang‍ Juyeon pointed at‍ the group, horrified.​​

“Could​ it be… those​ are the friends?‍‍ Th-the children… turned‍⁠​ into that?”

The⁠ goose did not‌​ respond. It just⁠ hummed, as if​​‍ nothing, a familiar⁠ lullaby.

The‍‌‍ freelance magician’s face​‍ turned pale.

And‌‌​ Jiho’s, who already​ looked like he⁠‍ was about to​ die from before,‌‌ even more so.​‌‌

“The⁠‍ labyrinth…”

I walked past the⁠ goose and headed​ toward the row‍ of lockers.

“It⁠ likes to deceive⁠‌⁠ people. Not its​‍ function is to⁠‌⁠ deceive. That is⁠ how it makes‍​‍ people get lost.”⁠​​

Kang‍⁠ Hayoon… Kim Minjun…‌ Kim Jiyul…

“It‍ also likes to‍ make people cry.​⁠⁠ That is how‍ it manages to⁠ make them give​ up.”

Park‌ Junsu… Lee Nayeon…‍ Lee Hyunji…

“I…⁠⁠‍ those things…”

Jiho.​‍ Jung Jiho.

Here‌​ he is.

I opened the locker.‌ Inside there was​ a light blue‍ bag with spare⁠ clothes and a small backpack.

I closed the empty⁠ locker and turned‌⁠⁠ my head.

“Seriously…”‍⁠

I feel nauseous.

Having⁠ to find that‍‌‌ bloodstained toy box⁠ hidden behind a false wall.

Realizing‍‌ that what was⁠⁠ piled up inside‍ were people.

Imagining‍ that a child‍‍⁠ who hasn’t even⁠​​ entered elementary school‍⁠ could have witnessed‍ the brutal death​ of his teacher.​‌⁠

“Jiho.”⁠‌

The‍‍ child, completely exhausted,‍‍ was now in⁠​ Hwang Juyeon’s arms,‌⁠‍ crying silently.

He‌‍ still seemed afraid⁠​​ of the goose,​‌ holding back his‍ crying while sobbing.⁠​​

I gestured with my​⁠ hand and, carefully,⁠‌‌ took him from‌ Hwang Juyeon’s arms‌ and carried him.‌⁠‌

“We’re‌ leaving here. Okay?”⁠‍

Even‍‍ if I was‌‍‌ going to comfort‍⁠‌ him, it had‍⁠ to be outside‌‍‌ this place.

I heard his faint⁠‌ crying near my​ ear. He didn’t⁠ respond.

His‌⁠ arms around my‍‌ neck barely had‌‌⁠ any strength.

“Hold‌ on tight. Let’s⁠‍ go, Miss Hwang​‍‌ Juyeon.”

Hwang​ Juyeon nodded, slinging‌‌ Jiho’s backpack over⁠​‌ her shoulder, and‌ I adjusted the⁠ child on my​⁠ back while grabbing‌ the door handle.⁠​

“Are​ you leaving already?”​‌

“Can’t​ we?”

“You⁠​​ can… you can.”‌

That​ “you can” did⁠‍⁠ not sound good⁠ at all.

“You⁠⁠ don’t know how‌⁠‍ bored our children⁠ will be if‌‌⁠ their playmate leaves.”‌​

“So⁠ what?”

The⁠​ answer came out‌⁠ rough.

“Hmm.”​‍

The​​‍ goose, still humming⁠​ cheerfully, began to‍‍‍ approach while wobbling.⁠⁠‍

The⁠‌ other toys also‍⁠​ advanced, step by‌ step.

Small​ and adorable but‌‌​ I knew very​ well how bloodthirsty‍‌ they were.

“How⁠‌ about you stay​‌​ a little longer⁠ to play with‍‍ them?”

Clack.​‍ Clack.

“It’s‌‌‍ locked…!”

Hwang​‍⁠ Juyeon whispered anxiously.​‍⁠

The​‌ child, frightened, tightened⁠ his arms a little more around⁠‌⁠ my neck.

Damn‍‌ it.

I knew it was‌‍ too easy for‍​ them to let⁠ us go.

“Play?‍​ How? Until when?”​

It’s⁠⁠ a company daycare…⁠​ normally they get⁠ picked up at‌⁠ six.

Do‌ they intend to⁠‍ keep us until‍‌ then?

“It‌​ really is funny!”‍

The​​ goose let out‍ a little laugh,⁠‍‍ and the other‌‍ toys shook as‌⁠‌ if laughing along‍ with it.

“Have‌⁠‌ you never played‌ with children? What⁠ do you mean⁠ until when…?”

The‌⁠‍ voice, full of⁠‍ laughter, fell like​ a death sentence.⁠​⁠

“Well,⁠​ until the children‍‍​ get tired, of‌ course.”

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