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How to Die in a Company That Turned Into a Labyrinth Chapter 15: What is this? Give me back my memories

Chapter 15: What is this? Give me back my memories

“What⁠ are we playing‌‌‍ today?”

The‍ voice, humming cheerfully,⁠ made me react‌‌ abruptly.

Is⁠​ it letting us⁠ choose? The type⁠‌​ of game?

“Miss‌‍ Hwang Juyeon, do‍ you know any⁠​⁠ game that can​ tire children out?​‌ Something that isn’t‍ dangerous…”

We⁠ quickly entered into‍‌ a mini strategy​‌ meeting.

The⁠‌ child, Jung Jiho,⁠‍‌ remained silent in‌⁠‍ my arms, but‍‍ I didn’t want‌⁠ to pressure him.‍‍

Besides,‍ adults who take‌ care of children​ usually know these​ kinds of things‌ better.

“Well,‍‌ I deal with⁠⁠ children often, but‌​⁠ I’ve never raised‍⁠ one, so I’m‌ not sure… but‍‍ it should be‌‌ something that involves‍⁠ a lot of‍⁠‌ movement, right?”

“Yes.⁠‍ But no hide-and-seek‌ or chasing games.”⁠

Those​‌ kinds of games‍⁠‌ don’t work.

Perfect‍‍ for the one‍​ who’s “it” to‍​ catch you and‍ you die.

“Ah!⁠ What about that​​ game where you⁠ keep a balloon‍‍​ in the air​​‍ without letting it‍⁠ touch the ground?⁠​ Blowing it from‌ below.”

“Yes,⁠ that sounds good.‌ They would have​​‍ to move all⁠‌‌ the time, and​‌​ blowing also tires‍ you out quite​‍ a bit…”

“Ugh…​⁠‌ that’s going to‍‍⁠ be difficult.”

The​​ bastard, who had‍​‌ been watching silently,‍ intervened right at‌‌ the end.

His‍ tone, as if​ he truly felt​‌ sorry, only made‍​‌ it more irritating.‍‍

“Our‍ children don’t know​⁠‍ how to breathe.‍⁠‍ Well, except Jiho.”‌‌​

No‌​ please.

Then​​ what do we‌‍​ do?

I understand that toys‍ don’t breathe, but‍‌⁠ if we go‌ by that, they⁠‌‍ shouldn’t move either.​​⁠

While​‌ I muttered internally,​​ Hwang Juyeon cautiously⁠ proposed another idea.⁠

“Uh…⁠‍​ then something simple…‍ playing with a ball? Although it’s⁠​ a bit cramped,⁠‍⁠ so… what if‌ we play with‍​​ a balloon like‌‍ a kind of​‌ hacky sack?”

That⁠​ doesn’t sound bad.​

I glanced sideways.

The‍‌ goose, with its‍⁠ black eyes, hummed‍​​ a lullaby.

If‍​ it rejects the‌​ idea again how​ the hell do‌ we tire those​​ “children” out?

Do‌ those even get​‌‍ tired?

What⁠‌ does “getting tired”‍ mean for them?‌‍

Do‍ they collapse on‌​⁠ the floor and‍ fall asleep like‍‌⁠ people…?

Wait⁠ a moment.

A lullaby?

“Miss‌‍ Hwang Juyeon.”

“Yes?”‌‍‌

“Let’s‌ do a choreography.”​‍

“Huh?”​​‍

“You‌‌‍ know, dancing following​ the lyrics of‌ songs. We do⁠‍‍ about four or‌‍​ five, and finish‍ with a lullaby‍‌ so they lie⁠ down and fall​⁠​ asleep.”

That‍‌‌ was the plan​⁠ first exhaust their‍‍​ “energy,” whatever that‌‌⁠ is, and then‍ put them to⁠​‌ sleep naturally with⁠ a lullaby.

Hwang​‍‍ Juyeon glanced at‍ the goose humming‌‌ and nodded.

I pointed to the‌ electronic piano in​⁠ a corner.

“You​​ can handle the‍ accompaniment. You know⁠​⁠ how to play⁠ the piano.”

“Ah…‍ alright.”

Then‍‌​ I explained the⁠⁠⁠ game we would​‍ play to the​​‌ goose, and fortunately​​ it accepted.

It​ didn’t seem convinced,​‌ but it accepted.‍‍‍

Since⁠ Jiho already had​‍⁠ permission to leave,‍‌‌ he did not‌​ participate and stayed‌‌ sitting near the‌​‍ entrance.

“……hands‌‍ up, hands down……​⁠​ stretch……”

“……jump,⁠‌⁠ jump, everyone together……”‍‌

“……let’s⁠‍​ jump together…… one,‌ two……”

Thus,‌​⁠ that pitiful spectacle⁠​ of clumsy humans⁠ and toys progressed⁠ to its end.‌

Damn.‌

When⁠⁠‌ Hwang Juyeon released‍‌ the pedal, the​⁠⁠ last note faded‌ away gloomily.

I signaled her to​‍ move to the‌ lullaby.

“Miss‌ Hwang Juyeon…?”

Her​‌ expression looked strange.​

It‌ wasn’t just because⁠ of the dim​ lighting.

“Seon‌ Yuhan.”

“Yes.”‌‍

Not​‌‌ only me, the‌​ toys also remained​⁠ motionless, staring at‌ the pianist.

“Did‌‌ I… ever say​‍ that I knew‌ how to play⁠ the piano?”

What​⁠‌ is she suddenly⁠ saying?

“Yes…‌ you said it…‌ that you taught‍⁠ piano… as your⁠ main… job…”

Ah…‌​⁠ damn it.

I felt cold sweat‌ on the back⁠‍ of my neck.​⁠‍

“That​ can’t be. Well,‍‍‌ yes it’s true,‍‍ but I didn’t‍ tell you. I’m⁠​​ sure.”

It’s​‌ true.

I don’t remember hearing​​‌ that at all.​

“Miss‍ Hwang Juyeon, that​‌‌ doesn’t matter now.​ You have to​‌⁠ keep playing—”

“—Oh,‌​‌ my God. And​ who is this?⁠⁠ Seon Yuhan… he​‌‍ is no longer⁠‌ the teacher’s companion,‍‍ right?”

…They⁠‍​ did something to​⁠ me.

In‍‌ the library.

“The​‍ daycare prohibits entry​​⁠ to outsiders.”

At⁠⁠ that instant I understood.

And​ all those empty​⁠‌ pupils fixed on⁠‌ me at the‌ same time.

**‌‍

5-3.‌​​ Do not let‌ others become suspicious⁠⁠‌ of you in⁠​ the daycare or​‍ have you downgraded​ to an outsider.‌​‌

**⁠

“If⁠​‌ it were possible‍‌‌ to turn back⁠​​ time, what would‌ you do, Mr.​⁠‌ Seon Yuhan?”

“Damn—”​​‌

…I​‌​ almost said that,‍‍ but I felt​ as if my‌ entire body burned​ from the inside.​⁠

“Could⁠ you… give me⁠⁠ a moment…?”

“Of​ course.”

Both‌‍ Choi Jaeha and⁠ Hwang Juyeon…

There‌⁠‌ is strange information‌​ in my head‌ that I don’t‍ remember learning.

At‌ first I didn’t‍​​ give it importance.⁠‍

Thoughts‍‍​ like that Choi‌​ Jaeha was the​‍ youngest in his‌ family, or that‌⁠‌ he had thrown‌⁠‌ a fire extinguisher‌⁠ out the hallway​​‌ window.

They‌​⁠ weren’t important things.‍​⁠

I thought they were​‍‍ aftereffects of something​ like torture.

From​​ having gone back​​ in time, from‍ the golden scale‍​ whatever.

Something⁠ temporary that I couldn’t control or​‍‌ fix.

It​ wasn’t the first​ time something like‌ this had happened‍⁠‌ to me.

But‍⁠ if the rest​‌ of my memories‍​⁠ are fine, and​⁠ there is only​​⁠ confusion with information⁠​ about people I met inside the‌‌ labyrinth then it⁠‍⁠ doesn’t seem to⁠‌ be just post-traumatic‌⁠‍ stress.

As⁠​ for when it​ started everything began⁠‍⁠ after I was​⁠ forced to participate​ in that reading‍ club with Kim⁠ Gilyeong.

No⁠ not even I am sure that‍‌‌ in that reading‌‌⁠ club it was‍ only her and⁠‍ me.

There⁠​ may be deaths​ I don’t even⁠‌ remember.

…And​⁠⁠ if there was⁠ an important clue​ about how to​⁠ go down to⁠ the first floor⁠⁠ in “Bookbangollae” and⁠‍ I lost that⁠ memory.

“Mr.⁠ interviewer.”

“Yes,‌‌​ tell me.”

“This⁠ building has turned​⁠ into a labyrinth.”⁠‍‍

“What?”​‍​

“Excuse⁠ me. Get up.”‌​

Now⁠ the words came​ out without stumbling,‍‍ as if I were reciting contract‌⁠⁠ terms.

In​⁠‍ such a situation‍​ you do this,‌​‌ in another that.‍⁠‌

Click.​‌⁠

While‌‍ giving instructions to​‍ the interviewer, as​ soon as I saw the fire​‌ system button, I pressed it.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!‍

I averted my gaze‌ from the interviewer,‍ who was startled‌ by the sudden‌⁠ alarm.

It‌‌‌ wasn’t absolutely necessary‍ to press it.‍⁠

But‌‍ if someone had‌⁠ to do it,⁠‌⁠ it had to⁠ be me.

“Hold⁠⁠​ firmly onto the⁠ handrail when going​​ down.”

Just⁠​ like before, surely‌‌​ Choi Jaeha had⁠​ already left the‌‌‍ elevator upon hearing‍ the alarm, so⁠ I went down‌‌​ the emergency stairs‌⁠⁠ with the interviewer.‍

Even‍⁠ if only for⁠‍‌ a moment.

“Thank​⁠ you… With you‍ here, I feel​‍ a bit calmer.”⁠

I wanted to smile‌​​ at him.

To⁠‌‍ tell him “me‍ too.”

Boom!​

Crash!⁠ Rumble!

Boom!‍

Crash!⁠⁠ Thud!

A rumble like the⁠‌ sky collapsing echoed⁠ through the stairwell.‌

Clack.​⁠

I went out alone⁠⁠ through the emergency‌ door on the​‌ second floor and​‌​ looked down the‌ empty hallway.

Is‍ he still alive​ somewhere?

I hope he didn’t‍ trip out of‍​ shock.

Though⁠‌ I’m probably the⁠ only one who⁠‍​ dies in such‍​ a stupid way.‌‌

Clack.‌⁠

Shortly‍ after, Hwang Juyeon‍ came out through⁠‌‌ another nearby emergency​ door.

“Why…​ am I still⁠​ on the second​ floor…? Huh…”

Her‌ eyes trembled when⁠ she saw me.‍

“Excuse‍⁠ me… don’t you‌​​ feel like the‍‌‍ stairs are strange?”‌

“Huh?‌‍ Yes! You too?”​⁠

I took the initiative⁠‍ with a slightly⁠​⁠ uncomfortable expression, and​ her suspicion vanished,⁠‌​ replaced by relief.‍‍⁠

“The​​‍ alarm went off⁠‍‌ and I ran‌‌​ out, I went‌ down to the⁠ first floor—or at‍ least I thought​‌​ so. I thought‌ I was dreaming.‌ I even opened​ the basement door‌ just now.”

“The‍‍ same thing is‌‌​ happening to me…⁠‌‍ I keep ending‍‍​ up here. I was just thinking‍ about it. Though…‌‍ it’s a bit‌ of a disturbing​‍ idea.”

“Ah…‍‍‍ wait. Don’t say​⁠ it. Don’t say​ it. Huff…”

Hwang‌⁠ Juyeon clenched her‌ fists, trembling, unable⁠ to speak in⁠‌⁠ human words for‌⁠ a few seconds.‍

Then‍ she raised her⁠‌ head.

“So…‍‍⁠ this is a la… la… dam—!⁠⁠⁠ Ah… sorry, that‍ wasn’t aimed at‍‌ you.”

“Yes…⁠⁠ I understand…”

In‌ any case, we​ both reached the​ same conclusion—this had​‍‌ turned into a damn labyrinth.

“Hey…⁠⁠‌ by the way,‍ what should I call you? I’m‍‍‍ Hwang Juyeon.”

“Seon‌ Yuhan.”

We⁠‌‍ briefly introduced ourselves‍ and opened the⁠​ bookstore door.

As​‌ expected, Kim Gilyeong​ was still trapped,​⁠ and soon the⁠ reading club began.‍​

“What…‌‌ is this…?”

Hwang⁠‍ Juyeon and Kim​⁠‍ Gilyeong looked up,‌‌ confused, after opening‌‌⁠ their books.

Each​​ person received the​ story of the‌‌⁠ person seated to​ their left.

Kim‌​​ Gilyeong was reading‍ Hwang Juyeon’s.

Hwang​⁠ Juyeon was reading‌​⁠ mine.

[Kim⁠⁠‌ Gilyeong was born​​‌ on September 16⁠‌ at 7:32 p.m.]‍

I received Kim Gilyeong’s‌ story.

[Her‍ father used to‍‌‌ read newspapers or‍‌ books with his​ young daughter on‌ his back. For‌ Kim Gilyeong, reading⁠ was something natural.]​⁠‍

I made an effort‍⁠ not to skip‍‌ parts, even though⁠⁠ I had already‌‍​ read the beginning⁠ before.

I didn’t want to‍ be punished again.‌​

[“You’re‍​ from Sangnim, right?”‍

After​​​ the middle school‍​ entrance ceremony, a cheerful girl approached​⁠ Kim Gilyeong, who⁠‍‍ was sitting alone.⁠ Hong Donghui.

“It‌ looks like only⁠‍ you and I came from the‍ same school. Let’s⁠‍ eat together later!”‌​

Tanned‌⁠ skin, a bright⁠ smile, steps always​ full of energy.‌ She became her​⁠⁠ best friend.]

As​ it moved into‍‍ the middle school‌‌ part, fragments I hadn’t read before‍‌‌ began to appear.​​

But.‍⁠

“Reading​⁠​ club participants read​‌ their respective books.”‌

The‍⁠⁠ moment I lost⁠ focus, the voice‌ reprimanded me immediately.⁠‍

[“Aren’t‌ you interested in⁠​ writing? There’s a literary contest in​‌ the city.”

Kim‌​ Gilyeong was closer​‌​ to the librarian‌​‍ than to her⁠ homeroom teacher. From‍‌​ then on, she‍ started writing ‘librarian’​⁠‍ as her dream.]⁠‍⁠

I kept reading with‌‌ focus, but something⁠ started to feel‍‌‌ strange again.

Something⁠‍​ didn’t fit.

It​‍‌ was as if‍‍‌ something invisible was‌ coiling inside my​⁠​ mind, incubating something.‍

Kim‍ Gilyeong, beside me,‍‍‍ noticed my gaze.⁠‌​

Hwang‌⁠ Juyeon also turned⁠‍ to look.

Wait.⁠⁠

Finally,⁠ that doubt took​ shape.

A chill ran through‍⁠​ my body.

My‌​⁠ hands went cold.‌‍

I…​⁠

Why…‍​‌ didn’t I go⁠ to the daycare?‌​⁠

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