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How to Die in a Company That Turned Into a Labyrinth Chapter 18: “Welcome to a place like this.”

Chapter 18: “Welcome to a place like this.”

I have to kill‌​ her…… I have‌⁠ to kill her,‍ right? This is​‌​ wrong. She has‌‌ to be killed.⁠ Kill, kill her?⁠ If I don’t⁠ kill her…… should​‍⁠ I try killing⁠‌ her? Would it‍ be okay not‌‌ to kill her?‍​ Kill her? This⁠‌​ is wrong. I have to kill​⁠‍ her…….

Yes.​​‍

Let’s​​ kill her.

This.‍

“Seon‌​‍ Yuhan……? What’s wrong⁠⁠‍ with you?”

What​ I’m seeing right‌ now.

“Don’t‌⁠ worry.”

Kim​‍ Gilyeong.

“This​‌⁠ will be over‌ soon.”

Is‌⁠‍ not human.

***‌⁠​

[“Munrim⁠​ Elementary students who‍ will write a new story―!”]

[“You​ came from Sangnim⁠​ too, right?”]

The‌ name of the⁠ elementary school could‌‌ be overlooked by​​‍ assuming she had‍‍‌ simply transferred schools.​‌⁠

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

[Kim⁠‌ Gilyeong absentmindedly gazed​⁠ outside the window.​ Completely white snow‌‍⁠ fell like flower‌ petals. As if‌ celebrating her birthday.]⁠‍​

But⁠​ how could it​‌‍ snow in September?⁠‌

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

Dark⁠⁠ skin, a smile‌ so wide you‍ could see her‌⁠ throat, steps always⁠ full of energy.‍⁠ Hong Donghui became‍ Kim Gilyeong’s favorite⁠‍⁠ friend.]

[“What‌⁠ was the name⁠​‍ of your best‍​‍ elementary school friend?”‌‌

Kim‌‍ Gilyeong recalled a memory as vivid‌⁠‍ as if it​‌ had happened yesterday.‌ A friend with⁠ skin as pale​​‍ as someone who‌⁠ had never seen⁠ sunlight, with charming‍​ dimples when she‌‍‌ smiled. Hong Donghui.]‌​

The‌⁠ name of a friend she met‍ in middle school​‍​ appeared as the‌‍‍ name of her‌‌ best elementary school‍ friend.

And‌ on top of‌ that, her appearance⁠ was completely different.‍‍⁠

[(“Omitted”)⁠​​ That’s why, after​‌ reading this book,‌​‍ I would open‌ the closet door⁠ a little every‍ night.”

《Alice‍‍‍ in Wonderland》 became⁠ Kim Gilyeong’s favorite‍‍⁠ book.]

[Stopping‌ in front of​‍​ an empty space‍‍⁠ on the bookshelf,‌ Kim Gilyeong placed⁠‍ a novel by​ C. S. Lewis‌ there. Secretly reading​‌⁠ the book she‌⁠ had loved most‌​ in childhood, even​⁠‌ though it no​ longer had demand‍‍ among users of‌ the corporate library,‍ was a privilege​⁠ exclusive to the‍ librarian.]

And​ that damned “Alice‌⁠‍ in Wonderland.”

After⁠​‌ all, it really⁠ was strange.

It​​ wasn’t that, as‌⁠‌ a child, she​‍ confused “Alice in⁠ Wonderland” with “The​​ Chronicles of Narnia.”⁠​‍

Nor‍⁠⁠ that she later​‌ changed her favorite‍ book.

There​⁠ were more contradictory⁠‌‌ details scattered everywhere.⁠‌

And‌‍ they were contradictions⁠‌ so small and‍‌ placed so subtly⁠​‍ that you would‌ overlook them if​‌‍ you weren’t reading​‍‍ carefully.

“While⁠⁠ reading, I wondered‍ something. Whether Kim‌ Gilyeong’s favorite childhood​ book was 《Alice‍⁠ in Wonderland》 or‍ 《The Chronicles of​‍‍ Narnia》―”

“..Seon‍​⁠ Yuhan, I think‌⁠ that counts as⁠​‍ a spoiler. I can’t understand what​⁠ you’re saying, but⁠​ we probably shouldn’t‍ talk about that⁠ part.”

All⁠⁠ those contradictions were‍ proof that the⁠​ librarian was a monster, so naturally‍ the inconsistent parts​⁠‍ were censored as‍ spoilers.

“Who‍⁠⁠ exactly is the‌‌‌ crazy person dragging‌​ around such an‌⁠ ugly doll that‍​⁠ nobody would even‌ accept for free‌⁠ and bringing it⁠⁠ into the daycare?”​⁠

At‌​​ some point, the‍‌ goose teacher from‌​ the daycare had​​ said that while⁠‌ looking at Kim⁠​‍ Gilyeong’s corpse.

“Do‍ you really think‍ that would work?‌ Especially with such‍‍‍ a defective product?”⁠⁠‍

From​‌ the perspective of‍‌ those living toy⁠ monsters, Kim Gilyeong‌‌⁠ was probably the‍ real defective doll‌ someone who looked‌⁠​ normal on the​‍‍ outside but was⁠ stuffed on the​​ inside with all‍‌ kinds of badly​⁠‌ assembled things.

“Ah,‌ right. The Dalumul-ri‌⁠ labyrinth. There weren’t⁠ any survivors there​‌‍ either, so nobody‌​ ever found out‌⁠⁠ what happened. Could​⁠‌ there have been‌ something like body​ snatchers there too……?⁠‍⁠ Like those monsters​⁠ at Seonghwa High‌‍ pretending to be⁠​ students in order‍​ to attack teachers…….”​⁠⁠

Just⁠ as Choi Jaeha‌​‌ said, similar monsters​ appear in the​⁠ two movies shown‌‍ in the auditorium.‌

Monsters‍⁠‍ that take human‍​⁠ form, deceive people,‍⁠‍ and keep them⁠‍ trapped inside the‍⁠⁠ labyrinth.

And​‍ one of those‍‍‌ monsters was here.⁠​⁠

Right‌ in front of‍⁠‌ me.

The‌ instant I realized​‌‍ that.

I felt a humiliation‌‍‌ as if someone‍ had ripped every⁠ vein from my​⁠ body, rolled them​‍⁠ into threads, woven‌​​ a thick fabric‌ on a loom,⁠⁠⁠ stuffed that fabric⁠​ with my organs‍⁠ like cotton, and‌​ then, with the‍⁠ leftover red threads‌​​ threaded through a needle, sewn stitch⁠​​ after stitch a doll identical to‍ someone I will‍ never see again,​ proudly showing it​​ to me.

I wanted to die.‍​

If⁠ only I could.‌​

But⁠‍ I couldn’t die.⁠‍

Then⁠‍ I had to⁠‌ kill.

***⁠

“It‌‍‌ took longer than⁠​ I expected.”

That​​ was the thought‍​⁠ I had right⁠ before collapsing.

“Ugh…….”‍

The⁠​ moment I raised​​‌ my body, the‍ world began spinning‍‍​ violently.

The‌​ back of my​ neck and both‌​ sides of my​ forehead burned as‍ if I had⁠‌‌ been scorched.

“Seon​​ Yuhan looks toward⁠⁠⁠ the floor.”

What?⁠​‌

Even​ in the middle‍⁠‍ of my confusion,⁠​ my body faithfully⁠ obeyed the library’s⁠⁠‍ instructions.

“There⁠ was a corpse‍ there.”

The‍ moment I saw⁠ the marks clearly‌ engraved on the​ librarian’s neck, the​⁠ memories came flooding‍ back all at‍‍ once, like a delayed flood.

What⁠‍​ I had done.​⁠

“Seon‌ Yuhan observed the‍‍⁠ librarian’s corpse, lying⁠‌⁠ there staring at⁠‍ the ceiling.”

“Ugh,‌​⁠ guhk…….”

I barely suppressed the‌​ nausea rising into‍ my throat and⁠‍⁠ took a deep‌‌ breath.

When‍‍​ the sensations sleeping⁠ deep within my‍⁠ consciousness awoke and⁠ rose to the‍​ surface, my entire‌ body started trembling⁠ again.

I couldn’t bear to​ look directly at​⁠​ “that,” so I tightly shut my‍​⁠ eyes.

A desecration and mockery‍​ of everything alive.‍​​

Even‌​ now, the desire⁠​ to tear it‍‍ apart and burn⁠‍ it alive throbbed​​ beneath my skin.‌

I hate them.

Those​⁠ things that wear‍ human skin without​ being human.

They‌​​ terrify me.

An‍ unbearable fear.

More‍‍⁠ than the guilt​ of having shown⁠ a child something​ he should never​‍ have seen, that‍‌ disgusting terror dominated‌​‌ me.

“Turning‌‍ his gaze away⁠⁠⁠ with effort, Seon‍ Yuhan discovered four‌​ books scattered on‍‍ the floor and‌​ an abandoned child’s‍‍‍ backpack.”

It‍‍‍ seems Hwang Juyeon‍ had been too‌‌ bewildered to stop‍‍ me immediately.

And‍ instead of stopping⁠‍ me, she chose⁠​‍ to buy even​ a little time⁠ to escape with‌ the child.

Honestly,⁠‌ I couldn’t blame​‌ her either.

If⁠‌ a man you‍​ just met suddenly‍ goes insane and‌‍ kills a woman⁠⁠ you also just‍ met…

And‌​ on top of​⁠​ that, while trapped‍ inside an invasive⁠‍ labyrinth.

The​⁠‍ logical thing is⁠⁠ to hit that⁠⁠‌ man in the‌ head and run⁠‌ away.

Although⁠⁠​ it probably would‍ have been smarter‌‌⁠ to make sure​⁠​ to kill me‌ to avoid trouble⁠‌⁠ later……

But​‍ from my perspective,​​​ the fact that‌‌‍ she didn’t was​⁠‌ fortunate.

I picked up the‍⁠‍ book I had‌​‍ dropped.

[Kim‌‌ Gilyeong is]

A badly written story.‍​

Like‌​‍ a collage made‍ by tearing apart​ and pasting together​⁠ fragments from several‍ people’s lives.

“Seon⁠ Yuhan finally understood.‍ That the librarian⁠ was the true‍⁠​ monster of this⁠​⁠ labyrinth. That he​ could not truly​‌ escape the library⁠ without killing the​ librarian. That he‍​ could not solve​‌ the labyrinth without‍​ killing the monster.‍​ That the story​⁠​ could not end​⁠ unless someone died.”‍

Though‍‌ of course, I was already used​ to it because​ I had read‌‌⁠ it several times‌⁠‌ thanks to the⁠‌ loop…….

I remembered the round‍‌​ when I found‌‌‌ Kim Gilyeong’s corpse‍⁠‍ for the first​⁠​ time.

The​‌ wounds reflected confusion‍⁠ and hesitation on​​ the part of‍ the killer.

If⁠‌ there wasn’t a third person I didn’t know about,‍‌ then the only⁠​ one capable of⁠‍​ killing the librarian⁠ was still Hwang⁠ Juyeon.

That⁠ meant Hwang Juyeon,‍ even without memories⁠ of regressions, had​ noticed the contradictions⁠⁠ in the librarian’s‌⁠‍ story and acted‍ after a single‍ reading club.

Hm.‌

I definitely must never⁠ make her my​ enemy.

When‌​‍ I used my⁠⁠ phone screen as​⁠‍ an improvised mirror,​‌ I saw that‌‌‍ my forehead had‍ split open.

I hadn’t passed out⁠⁠‍ because of the‌⁠‍ blow to the​​ back of my‍‌‌ head, but because‌ after taking the‍ hit I fell⁠⁠ forward and smashed⁠‌ my forehead hard.‌

“Huh?”⁠⁠​

The​ moment the black​‌⁠ screen I was‌‌⁠ using as a mirror lit up,⁠‌​ I almost broke​ the rule forbidding​⁠ saying “huh.”

[4:14]⁠

Something⁠⁠​ felt strange, so⁠⁠ I unlocked the​ phone and checked​‍ again.

The​‌ time was still​‍ the same.

[4:14‍‍​ | SOS | 86%]

The⁠‍‍ clock hanging on‌ the library wall⁠‍ showed exactly the‍⁠ same thing.

4:14?‌‍​

Could‍‌⁠ the concussion have⁠ been worse than‌‍ I thought?

The‌⁠ reading club had⁠​‍ started exactly at‍‌ 4:00.

Had​​​ only fourteen minutes‍⁠‌ passed?

And‌ if I subtracted‍ the minutes I had been unconscious…….‍‍⁠

Ten⁠ minutes.

The​ reading club had‌ ended in barely⁠​ ten minutes.

Even⁠‍ though I ruined‍‍ it halfway through,⁠‌⁠ we had read‍ an enormous amount.‌

At⁠​ least thirty minutes⁠ should have passed.‌‌​

……Now​⁠ that I think⁠​‍ about it, ever‌‍‍ since the reading‌ club started, I never once tried‍​​ to check the⁠‌‍ time.

The⁠ thought never even​​‌ crossed my mind.‍‌

In⁠ a situation where​‍‍ I should have‌​ been desperate to⁠ escape the labyrinth‍‍ as quickly as‍ possible…

I quietly sat there‍ reading books.

I literally “lost track‍​​ of time.”

“Seon⁠‍‌ Yuhan awakens to‌‍⁠ the power of⁠​‍ stories.”

Ha.‍​

So‌‍⁠ twisting time is‌​⁠ no big deal‌‌ for this thing.‍‌

Well,‍​ considering I myself‍‍​ have died and⁠​⁠ returned several times…….‌

At‌‍ the end of‍ my exhausted gaze,​​ Kim Gilyeong appeared‍ again.

“And‍​ some stories can​‌ only reach a complete ending when‌⁠ the protagonist dies.‍⁠ Isn’t that right?”⁠

Fragments⁠⁠ of memories shattered⁠⁠ like broken glass⁠‍ tore through my‍ mind.

The​‍‌ whites of eyes​‍‌ no longer white⁠‍‌ because of burst‌‌⁠ blood vessels, those‌‌ black pupils stabbing​‌ into me like⁠ needles, and ragged‍‍ breathing connecting and​‌​ cutting off like‌‍ incomprehensible Morse code.‌​

Kehk,‌‌⁠ weh-ek, kkeuek…….

As⁠ if.

Why?‌‍‌

Why?​‌​

Why……?‍

“The⁠⁠⁠ bloodshot eyes that⁠⁠ never even managed​⁠ to close seemed‍​ to stare at​ Seon Yuhan.”

As⁠​ if asking for‌‌⁠ the reason.

As​ if unable to⁠​ even imagine why⁠ she had to‌ die.

As‌ if she sincerely⁠‍‌ believed herself human.‌

Right​ up until the‌⁠ instant she stopped​​‌ breathing.

“Monster.”‍

And​‌‌ then I ran​⁠ away.

“Isn’t‍ that exactly what⁠⁠‍ a labyrinth monster‌​ is?”

To‍​ escape that sticky‌‍ gaze still clinging⁠ to me.

***⁠⁠‌

The​‍‍ moment I left​‍ the library, I headed straight for‍ the emergency exit.​‍

There​‍ was no longer​⁠​ any human presence⁠ in the second-floor⁠ hallway.

A movie was playing‌ in the auditorium,​​ so the doors‌ couldn’t be opened‍ from inside or​‌ outside; Hwang Juyeon‌ and Jung Jiho‍ also couldn’t have‌‌‍ entered there while‌‌ escaping from me.⁠‌

There‍‍ wouldn’t be anyone​⁠ in the merchandise‍‌⁠ shop either.

Why​ would I go⁠ there anymore? I don’t owe anything⁠​‍ now. I’m not​ even going to‍​ buy anything. I’d​ just be a nuisance to Tara’s‌‌​ manager.

And‍ they wouldn’t have‌ gone to the​‍ daycare because of‍ Jung Jiho.

Hwang​‌‍ Juyeon and Jung⁠‌⁠ Jiho definitely went‍‍‌ down to the‍‌‍ lower floors.

It​‌‌ seems killing the‌⁠ librarian really was⁠‌ the correct answer.‌​‌

Tap.‌​⁠

While​‌ holding the emergency⁠ exit doorknob, I unconsciously looked back.⁠

I could see the⁠​​ elevator area.

I thought about a certain large and​ cowardly accountant.

I wondered what floor⁠​‍ he was on‍⁠‌ now.

Or​​​ if he was​ even still alive.⁠⁠‌

To​‌ begin with, if‌​ it hadn’t been‍ for me, that‍‌​ man would have‍ died trapped inside‌⁠‌ the elevator from⁠ the very start.⁠

With‍ his luck, after⁠​ escaping when he⁠​ heard the alarm,‌⁠ maybe he had‌‍ already died absurdly⁠⁠ somewhere else.

It‍​ was something simple,​​‌ but he wasn’t⁠‌ a bad person.‍

But​⁠‌ even so, I couldn’t die for‌‌⁠ someone whose location‌‌‍ or even survival​‍ I didn’t know.‍​‌

……Yes.​​‍

The‍‌ labyrinth is that‍⁠​ kind of place.​‌

And‍​ I am that‌ kind of person.‍‌

There’s⁠ no turning back‍‍​ now.

Clack.‌⁠

The⁠ alarm had sounded.​

And‍‍ the door opened.‌

“Ha.”⁠

The⁠‍ moment I opened‌ the first-floor door,‍​ I inhaled without‍‍‌ realizing it.

That‌​⁠ damned second-floor hallway​ was no longer⁠⁠‍ there.

I had finally escaped​​⁠ the second floor.‍‌‌

“Ha…‍ ha.”

And​​‌ that place.

Wasn’t‌​ even the first‌​ floor.

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