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How to Die in a Company That Turned Into a Labyrinth Chapter 2: The clock is Watch

Chapter 2: The clock is Watch

Bang!​‌‌

I grabbed the doorknob⁠ tightly and threw‌‍ myself forward like⁠​ a runner receiving​​‌ the baton in‌​‍ a relay race.​⁠​

Luckily,⁠ I managed to‍⁠​ prevent the door⁠ from opening.

Clack,⁠ bang! Clack, bang!⁠

Damn‌‍ it, what kind​‍ of strength is​‍⁠ that…!

It’s‌‍​ definitely not a child.

And,​‌ of course, it⁠​ doesn’t seem like‍​​ a normal human⁠ either.

“Now.​ What hour. What‌ minute.”

I can’t take the‌‌ phone out of‌⁠ my pocket while‌​ I’m holding it​ back.

While​‍‌ barely restraining that​‌⁠ thing that was​ trying to break​‌ in like crazy,‌‌ I turned my‌‍ head and looked‍⁠‌ inside the interview​​​ room.

Ah!‍⁠ Ah! There’s a clock there!

Luckily,‌‍​ on the wall‌⁠ behind the seat‌ where I had⁠‌ been sitting, there‍‍​ was an analog⁠ clock.

Click,​ clack.

“Ugh,​‌ 3! 3:57…! No,⁠⁠​ 58 minutes! 3:58!”‍‌

I shouted urgently toward⁠‍ the dark figure‍ visible through the‌‌ gap of the​⁠‍ half-open door.

“Thank‍ you.”

At⁠‌ the same time​⁠⁠ it said that,⁠ the doorknob that⁠​ had been shaking‌ violently stopped, and​ the overwhelming weight‍ from the other‌​ side disappeared as​ if by magic.‍‍​

Thud…‌⁠

The​ door closed.

“Now‍⁠ 3:58. Communication error.​‌ Reconfirm later. Sorry.​‌‍ Support to the‍‍ interview.”

Squeak,‍⁠⁠ screech, squeak.

The⁠ unpleasant friction sound‍‍ gradually moved away.‍

“Ha…”​

Only​​‍ when the sound⁠‌ disappeared completely could‌ I breathe normally‍⁠​ again.

I stayed silent because⁠‌‍ I felt that​‍‌ I shouldn’t respond.‌​

Did​⁠ it only need‌‌‌ me to tell‍ it the time‌ and it would​⁠⁠ leave quietly?

I wasted energy for‍‍ nothing.

My⁠ legs completely gave‌ out.

I sat down for⁠ a moment to‌ think.

By‍ the way, should⁠‍‍ I leave?

I can’t stay here⁠‍⁠ forever.

Should​ I go down‍ again through the‍‌‌ emergency exit?

I mentally reviewed the⁠⁠ location of the‍⁠‌ stairs.

If​ that thing is⁠‍‌ still on the‍‌ third floor, I have to flee‍‍ by the shortest‌‍​ route. I can’t‌⁠​ get the direction⁠‌ wrong.

This‍​ time I have‌‍ to be careful‍ not to fall.‍⁠​

Just‍‌‍ as I was‍ doing that mental‍⁠ rehearsal carefully—

Bang!​‌‍

The​⁠ door opened.

Without‍ any prior sign,​⁠ without the slightest⁠ hint.

Everything​​ happened in an‌‍​ instant.

“Time⁠​‌ stops.”

Darkness.​‍

I saw darkness gathered‍‌‍ outside the door,‌ like a puddle.⁠⁠​

It‍ wasn’t the hallway‍​‍ lit by sunlight​​ coming through the‍‍ windows despite the⁠‌​ blackout.

It‌​‍ was total darkness,‌‌‍ capable of leaving‌‍ you blind.

“Time​‍⁠ flows.”

Wind.⁠

I felt a wind‌​‍ flowing like a waterfall from outside‍ the door.

It‌⁠​ wasn’t a gentle​ breeze that caresses‍⁠​ your hair and⁠ brushes your ear.‍

It‍​​ was a wind‍​⁠ strong enough to‍‍ make your legs‍‍ wobble.

“Usage‌‌ time finished. Time‍‌‌ exists.”

Fwoooosh—!⁠‌​

That‍‌‌ darkness began to‌‍‍ suck in the‌‌​ air like a vacuum.

And⁠‌ I was nothing‌ more than dust.‍

“It​​‌ must not exist.‌ Time does not‌ exist.”

As​​‍ if I were⁠‌ toothpaste being squeezed,‌‍ my body was‍ crushed and twisted​ from the feet.​

And‍​ just before bursting⁠‍⁠ from the head—⁠

The‍ last thing I saw was a paper stuck under​ the sign of‍ the interview room‌‍‍ that said “Conference‌ Room A”.

[Recruitment‌‌ of new employees‍ of the Yuwi‌⁠‍ Guild

Interview⁠‍​ Room

10:00‌⁠‍ a. m. ~ 4:00 p. m.]‍⁠​

Damn.‌

It‍‌​ was 4:01.

**‍‍​

Respect​ the usage time‍‌ of the interview⁠‌ room.

**​‌

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

That’s‌‌ what I’m saying.​‌

I swallowed those words​‌​ and took out⁠ the phone with​‍ trembling hands.

It‌ felt as if‌ my head was⁠ throbbing and my‌ body was falling‌‌‌ apart, but that‌⁠ was just an​‌‌ illusion.

[3:29|5G|87%]‌‌

Is⁠‍ there still internet​⁠ signal?

How‌⁠​ strange.

Anyway,⁠⁠⁠ first…

“I​⁠ have to get‌‌ out. Alive.”

“Huh?”‌‌‍

“I’m⁠⁠‍ sorry. Excuse me.”​​

I stood up and​‌ took the interviewer​ by the arm⁠‌ to help him​ stand.

“Ah.”‍

On​‍‌ his somewhat absent-minded​ face, an innocent‌‌‍ smile appeared.

“Is⁠‌ this a dramatization?⁠ It’s been a while since I’ve⁠⁠​ seen a candidate⁠⁠⁠ who shows their​ answer with actions.”​​​

I ignored that nonsense⁠ and went out‌‍ with him from‍ the room.

The‌⁠ interviewer followed me​ without resisting.

He‌​ seemed to think​‍​ this was my‍‌ answer to the⁠​ question of “what⁠⁠‍ would you do‍‌⁠ if you could‌​ turn back time,”​​‌ and was observing⁠‌‍ me with a look full of​ interest.

If⁠​‌ they hire me,‍⁠ this person will⁠ be my superior.​⁠

“Is‍ it normal that​‌ there’s no one‍‍ in the hallway?”⁠

“Yes,‍ more or less.‍ On the third​⁠​ floor there’s only​‌ the auditorium and‌​ conference rooms, and‌‍ today there are‌‍ no events apart‍ from the interviews.”‌

Now‌⁠⁠ that I think‍​‌ about it, it‌​​ was already quiet⁠‌​ before entering.

“Ah.​ There it is.”⁠‌​

I found a fire​‍ extinguisher on the⁠‌ hallway wall, near‌ the restrooms.

In‍⁠‌ a few minutes‍ there will be‌​ another blackout, and‌‌⁠ the internet will‍⁠‌ also be cut⁠‌​ off.

I extended my hand⁠⁠​ toward the red‍‍‍ alarm button.

If⁠⁠ I activate the⁠⁠‌ fire alarm now,​​‍ at least everyone​‍​ in the building‍‍‍ will be alert⁠⁠ and prepared.

With‌ luck, I might⁠‍‌ even prevent someone‍‌ from getting into​‌ an elevator.

“Mr.⁠ Seon Yuhan.”

Clack.⁠‍

Just​⁠‌ as I was‌‍‌ about to press‍ the button, the‌‌ interviewer grabbed my‍​‌ arm.

He‌ had more strength‌​ than he appeared‍⁠ to have.

With⁠‌​ a professional smile,​ he began to⁠​ speak without stopping.⁠

“We‌ promised that there⁠⁠​ would be no‌ disadvantages in the‍⁠ interview, but doing⁠​‌ something like this⁠ is already debatable.​​ Showing your answer‍ through actions is‌⁠ within expectations, of‌ course, but for‍⁠ those actions to⁠‌ affect the entire‌⁠‍ building is already​‌‍ problematic. We are‍‍​ not alone in‍​ the company; there‌​ are also executives.‌ You understand, right?​‌‍ Besides, triggering a false alarm… even‍ the firefighters might​ come, and that‌ wouldn’t be appropriate,​‍ don’t you think?”‌⁠‍

It‌‍ made sense.

Not⁠ because of the⁠ executives or the​‌ false alarm.

The‍ problem was that​ more people would‍ enter the building.⁠⁠

According⁠ to my intuition,​​​ this place is…​

It‌⁠ may be that⁠​ the part about‍​‌ having died and​‌ returned is not‌⁠ real, and everything‌ is happening in⁠‍ my head.

But​ to me this‍‍‍ feels real.

So‍​ I must assume‌ that it is‌​ and act accordingly.‌⁠

In​‌ the end, there‍​ is only one‌‌⁠ place where something⁠‍ like this can⁠‌ happen.

A maze.

“Mr.‍⁠‌ interviewer, this building…‍​​ has turned into‍​ a maze.”

“Are‌⁠ you still with⁠ the dramatization…?”

The‌ interviewer, who was‍‍‌ looking at me,‍⁠​ closed his mouth⁠ and narrowed his​‍‍ eyes.

“Are‍‌ you serious? It’s‍​‌ not that a maze appeared, but​​​ that it has​⁠ already turned into‍ one?”

As​⁠⁠ expected, being someone‌ who works with​ difficult clients, he‍‍ had a great​⁠⁠ capacity for perception.​‍

Although​ grasping the situation‌ is one thing,‍ believing me without‍​‍ hesitation is something​‍ entirely different.

Perhaps,​ by nature, he‍⁠​ is a kind-hearted​⁠⁠ person.

“Yes.⁠ It is an‍⁠ invasive-type maze.”

Common⁠‍​ mazes exist in‍‌ a space different​ from that of​ Earth.

They⁠‌‍ appear as “rifts”‌​ that connect with​ another space-time, absorbing‍‍ those who are⁠⁠ nearby.

Those​​ are called “contact⁠‍​ mazes,” and most‍⁠ are like that.⁠​⁠

But‍ there are always​ exceptions.

In‌‍​ very rare cases,‍ a space on​ Earth itself turns‍ into a maze.‌‌

That⁠ is called a “labyrinthization phenomenon,” and‌‍​ those places are‍​ called “invasive mazes.”‌

“Huff…‍⁠ this is serious.”‍‍

The‍⁠​ interviewer ran his‌ hand through his​‍‍ hair and took‍⁠ a deep breath.‍‍​

“Then‍⁠ it’s already too⁠ late to get‌ out, right?”

“Yes,​‌ it seems so.”‌

The‌ start of the‌⁠⁠ labyrinthization is set‍⁠ at 3:29, when‍ my return occurred.​

Now​ it’s 3:32.

Soon‌⁠ there will be⁠⁠‍ a blackout, and‍ the elevators will⁠ fall.

“I’m‍ sorry, Mr. Seon⁠ Yuhan. It seems‍‍ we lost time​‍‍ because of me.”​

“No.”⁠

I didn’t want to⁠⁠ see his face⁠‍‍ while he apologized,‍‌‍ so I turned‍‌‌ around.

“If​⁠‍ it’s invasive, then⁠‍ the firefighters won’t​ come. I was‌​‌ naive.”

Invasive‌ mazes usually end‌‌ with the total​‌‍ annihilation of those⁠⁠‍ inside.

Because⁠‌ that is their‍⁠ resolution condition.

That​⁠ all humans inside‍‍ must die.

Of‌‍ course, there are‍⁠‍ other conditions.

The⁠⁠​ problem is that‌ they are not​​‌ known, or that​ they are difficult‌‌ to fulfill.

Contact‌ mazes, even though‍ they are in⁠ another world, still⁠ follow known patterns.⁠‍⁠

Thanks‍ to years of⁠ experience, explorers can‌ resolve them.

But‍ the invasive ones⁠ are different.

They​⁠ are extremely rare,‍ and they directly‍​⁠ convert a real‌‌‍ space into a maze.

A completely new environment.⁠‍‍

And‌⁠ since everyone dies,​​‌ there are almost⁠‌ never survivors who‍ can provide information.‍‌⁠

Collecting⁠ data is practically⁠‌ impossible.

That‌ is to say,‌⁠ an unknown space‍​‌ where anything can⁠‌​ happen.

That⁠ is an invasive‌‌​ maze.

“For‍ now, let’s go​​ down to the​‌ first floor. The‌​ lobby should be‌ the exit. The‌‌​ elevator is out‌ of the question.”⁠⁠

The​ interviewer nodded and‍ took the lead⁠ toward the emergency‍​ exit.

“Mr.‌​ interviewer, what is‍​​ the fastest way‌‍ to alert everyone‍ that this place‌‌‌ is a maze?”⁠⁠

In‌‌ an invasive maze,⁠‌ external rescue cannot‌‌ be expected.

“At⁠‌‍ the very least,‍ we must prevent‌​ more people from‍ entering. And in‌ any case, explorers⁠ won’t come.”

No‍⁠‌ one would risk‍‌ their life entering⁠‌ an unknown maze.‍

And‍ even if someone​‍⁠ wanted to, their‌ agency or guild‌ would stop them.‍

“Ah,‍​​ right. We should⁠ report it to​ the Maze Management‌​​ Department…”

Bang!‌‌​

As⁠​⁠ the emergency door‍‍ opened, all sounds‍​ echoed.

“No.⁠ Not the department.⁠​⁠ They follow procedures⁠ before acting. By⁠ then, civilians won’t‌ know anything. We‍ need everyone to​​ know right now.”‍​⁠

I went down the⁠​ stairs carefully.

This‍​‌ time without tripping.​⁠‌

“Then…‌‌‍ ah!”

The⁠⁠‌ interviewer’s face lit‍‌‍ up.

“There‍ is a very​‍ easy and safe‍‍ way—”

I stopped in my​⁠⁠ tracks.

His⁠⁠ voice bounced off‌‌ the walls like‌⁠‍ an echo and‌​ disappeared.

Why?‌⁠​

Why⁠​‍ does this person‍ disappear again and​ again?

Where‌​‌ does he go?‍‍‍

Bang!‌‌⁠

The⁠‍‌ sound shook the​ entire building.

Boom!‌‍​ Crash! Bang!

Then⁠ I remembered the​⁠​ man from the‌ elevator.

Crash!‌​‌ Thud!

He‍‍ didn’t disappear like​‍⁠ the interviewer.

If‌‍‍ it was him…​​⁠

Maybe​⁠​ I could have‍‌‍ saved him.

My​⁠ breath caught and​⁠‌ I grabbed onto‍​ the handrail.

Why⁠ am I like⁠​​ this?

Idiot.⁠​‍ Selfish. Regretting too⁠​​ late.

Why​​ am I still⁠‌⁠ like this?

I…⁠⁠

Plop.​

“Huh?”‍

Suddenly,⁠‍‍ the ground disappeared​‌ beneath my feet.⁠​

Like​‌ when you think⁠‍​ you’ve already finished⁠⁠ going down the​⁠ stairs but there’s‌‍‌ one more step.⁠‌‍

“Aaah!”‍‌‍

I fell.

Into‍ a cold and​​ deep void, like‌ a well.

Further‍ and further down.​‌

I reached upward uselessly.‍​

Toward‌ the only faint‌‌ light filtering through​⁠ the darkness.

It⁠‌​ was rectangular.

The⁠⁠ landing where I had stopped had​‌ collapsed.

…Anyway.‍‍⁠

It‌ seems I will⁠​‌ have another chance⁠ to save the‌ man from the‌‌​ elevator sooner than‍‌ I thought.

Damn⁠​ it.

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