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Surviving in an RPG Maker Horror Game Chapter 11: Secret Library

Chapter 11: Secret Library

“There‍‌​ was a place‌⁠​ like this in‍⁠ the library too?”​⁠

“When​⁠ morning comes, the​​‍ layout of this‍‍​ school changes. This‌ is part of‌⁠‌ that.”

Well,‌‍‌ considering all the​‌ surreal things that​‍ had happened, a secret area wasn’t‌​‍ that unusual anymore.‍ The two hidden‍​‌ doors behind the‌ shelf stood side​​​ by side. Above‌‍‌ each door, a sign was posted.​

[Secret‌‍ File 1]

[Secret‌‍‍ File 2]

‘They’re‌‌ not even trying‌ to hide it.’​‌

Dayeon⁠‌‌ approached the first⁠‌‌ door and inserted‌⁠ the key.

Click⁠​

Though‍ she turned the‍ key, the door‍⁠ didn’t open. The⁠ same thing happened​ with the second⁠‍‍ door.

Click‌ click

“See⁠‌​ that?”

Dayeon⁠ turned to me‍⁠‌ and waved the‍‍ key.

“So,‍‌‍ maybe the key’s‌⁠​ for something else?”⁠‌

“Impossible.”‍‍

She‍​ shook her head⁠​‍ confidently.

“I’ve‌​‌ checked every locked​‌ door in this‌⁠ school. Around 30‍ of them.”

“You‌ can do that?”​

Dayeon​‌ didn’t answer—she just​ stared at me.‌ I felt a silent pressure telling‌‍ me not to⁠⁠‌ make her repeat⁠‌‌ herself.

“And⁠‌ the result was…⁠‍ what I think⁠⁠‌ it was?”

“More‌ or less.”

Dayeon‌ knocked on the‍​‍ secret file door​​ with her knuckles.​‌​

“This⁠‍​ door is a puzzle itself. The⁠​ clue is on‌ that sign.”

She​‍‍ gestured elegantly toward‌‌⁠ the sign:

[When‍⁠⁠ both hearts become‍ one, the door‍ will open.]

“What’s⁠​‌ that supposed to‍⁠ mean?”

“Figure​⁠ it out.”

“Me?”‍⁠

Dayeon‌‌ shook her head⁠ as if fed​‌⁠ up. Her expression‌ said, “Do I really have to⁠‍ explain this too?”​‌

“This‍ is a test.​ If you really‌ want to work‍‌ with me to‌ escape, prove your​​⁠ worth.”

A test? That was‌⁠​ unexpected. I didn’t​‍‍ understand why she‍​ was doing this.​​

“And‍‌⁠ why should I?”​

“Curious,‍ are you?”

Dayeon‌​ slowly approached. She‌‍​ tilted her head‌‌ as if she​‌ might suddenly hug⁠⁠ me.

Startled,​ I tried to‍ step back.

But⁠ she grabbed my​​⁠ sleeve to stop‍ me. Then, she‍‍⁠ slid her index​‌⁠ finger down my⁠‌ neck.

A tingling, prickling sensation‌‍ ran through me.‍⁠ I inhaled involuntarily.‌​‌

‘Hah…’‌‌⁠

Dayeon‍ observed my reaction,‌⁠‍ then finally stepped‌‍ back.

“You’re‌‍​ definitely a pervert.”​‍

“I’m‌⁠ not.”

“Then​​ what’s with that‍ face?”

“Shut⁠ up. Just answer​ the question.”

Back​ to square one.‍​​ Dayeon offered no‍ hints on how​ to solve the​⁠​ secret file door.​‌‍

She‍‍ just said it‌ was a test.‍​

“To​ escape this hellish⁠‍ school, you need​⁠‍ guts. That’s why⁠ I need to‍​ see if you’ve​​⁠ got what it⁠‌‍ takes.”

“And‍⁠ if I fail‌​‍ the test?”

“Oh⁠‍ well. Give up‍‌‍ on escaping and⁠ stay here with⁠‍ me forever.”

She‍ said it in​ a calm tone,⁠‍ but the content‌‍ was chilling.

“Over⁠‍ my dead body.”‌‍

“Even‍‌⁠ if you want​‍ to die, you​‍⁠ can’t. You’ll just​ be stuck here​‍‌ forever, living a dull life.”

“But​ if I do​‍‍ that, you won’t‌‍ escape either.”

Based⁠ on what she’d​ said herself, escaping‌ alone was impossible.⁠‌​ That was why​‌ she’d been trapped​⁠⁠ for 10 years.​‍‍

But‍ she also said⁠‍ that if I didn’t pass her​⁠​ test, she wouldn’t‍ cooperate.

“Didn’t​‍⁠ you say you‍‍⁠ wanted to escape⁠‌ too?”

“…”⁠‍

When​​‍ I asked her‍‍​ directly, Dayeon went‍‍‌ silent. She began‍‌​ to fidget with​ her hair, twisting⁠​ it repeatedly. Just‌ as I was⁠‌⁠ about to press‌ her further, she‍ spoke.

“It​⁠ doesn’t matter.”

An‌​ unexpected answer.

“What?”‌⁠

“I‍ mean, whether I escape or stay‍⁠‌ here—it doesn’t matter‍‌ to me.”

Her​‍⁠ face remained expressionless.⁠​‌

She‌ didn’t seem to⁠⁠ be lying.

“But​‍ you said you’ve​ been here ten‍‍ years.”

“Yeah,⁠ to be exact,‌​‍ ten years and‌​‍ thirty-two days.”

“And​ you still don’t‌ want to leave?”‍‌

“I‌ never said I didn’t want to.‍⁠ I said it‍ doesn’t matter.”

Isn’t‌ that the same​ thing? She left‍ me confused. Seeing⁠‌ my expression, Dayeon‌ continued.

“At⁠​​ first, I desperately‌ wanted to escape.​‌ I wandered everywhere,​ trembling with fear.‍ Though I can’t‌ even remember what‌‍‍ that felt like​⁠ anymore.”

Dayeon‍⁠ trembling in fear—it​‌ was impossible to⁠ imagine.

‘So‍‌ she did have⁠ emotions once.’

I pictured Dayeon hiding‌‍ in the janitor’s⁠‌‍ closet, crying silently‌‌ to avoid being‍‌ found by the‌ guard.

Step⁠‍ step step step.⁠‌

Footsteps​⁠ echoed while Jin​⁠‍ Dayeon covered her‌ mouth, weeping silently.‍‍

‘Hmph.’‌

The⁠ image was so‍​‍ different from how​ she was now​​ that it felt‌‌⁠ disorienting.

“Stop​ thinking weird things.”‍‌

“I​⁠ didn’t say anything.”‌⁠⁠

“Your‌ face says it‍‍​ all.”

“…Then⁠⁠ why bring up‌⁠ your past?”

I averted my gaze‍‌ to avoid her‍⁠ eyes. Dayeon shook​​​ her head and‌‌‌ continued.

“That’s‍⁠​ how I ended​‍‌ up here in‌‌ the library. But‍ I couldn’t go⁠​ any further.”

“Because‍⁠ you didn’t solve‌‍ the puzzle?”

“Yeah.‍ At first, I was desperate, but​‍ after staying still⁠‍‌ long enough… I got used to​​⁠ it.”

When​ she said she​ got used to​​ it, it sounded​ different to me.⁠‌

‘She’s​ insane.’

It​ wasn’t a figure‌​ of speech. Her‌‍‌ mind had literally‌⁠​ broken.

“One‍ day, two days,‍⁠ a week, a month, a year…⁠‌ little by little,⁠⁠ I fully adapted‍ to life here.”⁠‌⁠

Her​ expression was as‍‍‍ calm as a doll’s. Maybe that⁠ was necessary to​‌ blend into a school that had‌‌‍ gone completely insane.⁠⁠​

“I​⁠​ don’t get happy‍‍ or sad anymore.​​‍ I’m not surprised‌​ or anxious either.”‍​‍

“So⁠‌⁠ you’re completely adapted​‍​ to school life.”‌​⁠

“Seems‌⁠‌ that way. Thanks​ for the compliment.”​​‍

…It​‌​ wasn’t a compliment.⁠‌

Dayeon‌ shrugged indifferently. Had‌‌​ she lost her‍ ability to read⁠ the room along‌ with her emotions?⁠⁠

“Living‍‌⁠ here, a thought‍‌​ suddenly came to⁠‌‌ me. Do I really want to‌‍ escape this school?​‍‌ And the more⁠ I thought about​ it, I realized​ maybe I didn’t‍‍‌ care that much,⁠​ so I stopped.”‌​⁠

I figured out what⁠⁠ she meant by‍‌‍ “I stopped.” That​ was probably when‌⁠ she gave up‍ on self-harming too.‍‌

“So,‍⁠ what are you‌ going to do?‍ Escape? Or live‍‍ here with me?”‍

“Don’t⁠ say “live with‌‌ me.” It sounds​ weird.”

“It’s​ not technically wrong,‍ you know?”

Dayeon‍ tilted her head.‍

“So,‍ what’s your answer?”⁠

Answer⁠ or not, there⁠​ was only one‍​‍ choice from the‌​​ beginning. I responded​ as if it​ were obvious.

“Escape.”​

“Why?”⁠‌

“Because⁠ I don’t want⁠‍ to go insane‍​​ like you.”

“Good‍​ answer.”

With​ that, Dayeon abruptly‍‍‍ turned her head​⁠​ and went back‌ to the table​ where she had⁠‌‍ been sitting before.‌‌ Without looking at​‍‌ me, she said:⁠‌⁠

“Let​​​ me know when‌ you solve the‍⁠⁠ puzzle.”

She‌ opened the book—the⁠‌ same one she’d⁠ been reading when‌⁠‌ I first entered‌‍ the library.

‘So⁠‍ she’s not going‌‍​ to help. She’s⁠‌‌ telling me to​​ figure it out​ on my own.’‌‌⁠

I got the message.⁠​‌ I approached the‌ secret files.

The‌‍ two doors still‌​ stood, imposing.

[Secret‍‌‍ File 1]

[Secret‌⁠ File 2]

Click​​⁠ click.

Still​​‌ locked.

I read the sign​ in the middle:‍⁠

[When⁠⁠ both hearts become​‌ one, the door‍‌ will open.]

Two‌⁠⁠ becoming one. That⁠ seemed to be​‌⁠ the meaning.

‘Two​ becoming one, huh…’​

I thought about what​​‍ came in pairs‍ in the library.​

‘…Could​ it be a person?’

I glanced sideways at⁠‍ Dayeon. She was‌‌ still reading, unfazed.​​ And of course,​​ wearing her usual⁠​ expression.

It‌ had nothing to‍ do with the‍​ book—she’d simply lost‍ her emotions after​ going mad.

“Do‍‍‌ I have something‍ on my face?”⁠​

“…Don’t⁠ worry about it.”‍

Maybe‌⁠ I’d stared too‍‍ long. I shook​​⁠ the weird thoughts​⁠ out of my‌​ head.

‘Then⁠‍‍ there’s only one‌ possibility left.’

I opened my inventory‌⁠​ and took out‍‍​ Key Number 2—the‌ one I received​ in the file‌‍ room.

[Key‍ Number 2]

【A⁠ small key. The‍‍‌ number 2 is⁠​ engraved on it.】‌

Dayeon⁠⁠ also had one​​ of these keys.​ I remembered she’d​​‍ found it while​‍ checking a drawer‌ in the center‌‌​ of the library.‍​⁠

Unlike​ mine, which was⁠‌‍ engraved with the‍ number 2, hers⁠​ had the number‌ 1.

Key‌‍‌ 1 and Key⁠‌‍ 2. It wasn’t⁠​ hard to guess‌​‌ their meaning.

[Secret‌ File 1]

[Secret‍‌‍ File 2]

‘It‍ has to be‌⁠ this.’

Each‍⁠‍ key opened its​ corresponding door. It​ all fit perfectly.⁠‌​ The only thing‌‌ left was solving‍‌‍ the hidden message⁠‍ on the warning​​‍ sign.

[When​⁠‌ both hearts become​‌ one, the door⁠​‍ will open.]

That‌ kind of message‍⁠‍ is usually abstract,​‍⁠ and this was‌⁠⁠ no exception. My⁠⁠​ interpretation: insert each⁠‌​ key into its​ respective door and​​‌ turn them simultaneously.‌⁠‌ Only then would​​ the doors open.⁠‌‍

The‍⁠ reason Dayeon hadn’t‍ solved the puzzle‌ in ten years​‌⁠ was because she​ was alone.

She​ had said it‍ herself—it was impossible‍‍⁠ to escape the‍‍‍ school alone.

This‍‌‍ puzzle required two‌ people, so she‍ never could’ve opened⁠⁠‍ the doors by⁠‌‍ herself.

‘And‍‌ she probably gave‍ up.’

Endlessly​​‌ waiting in front​​ of a door‍ that wouldn’t open,‌ until her mind⁠ broke. That was​⁠ Jin Dayeon’s tragic‍⁠ fate.

‘My‍‌ deduction is perfect.’‍

Even​⁠⁠ I had to‍⁠‌ admit—it was a flawless interpretation.

I was about to‍ approach Dayeon to‍ suggest turning the⁠ keys together when‍ a sense of​‍​ unease crept over‌ me. Like I’d⁠ left the gas‍⁠‌ on at home.⁠⁠

As⁠ if I’d forgotten⁠​‍ something.

‘First,‌ Key Number 2.’​​‌

[Key‍‍ Number 2]

【A‍​ small key. The⁠‍ number 2 is​ engraved on it.】‌

The⁠‍ item description didn’t⁠ say much. But​ something was suspicious.⁠​

‘Why‌ doesn’t it say‌⁠‍ where it’s used?’‌‌

Normally,‌⁠ keys have clearly‌⁠‌ defined uses. Like‌​ the Art Room‌ Key, which specifies‍​⁠ its corresponding location.​⁠

But‌‍‍ Key Number 2 didn’t. It just​⁠ said it was⁠ a small key.⁠‍

There​‌ was a lack‌ of background info.​‌

Probably​​ the same with‌‍‍ Key Number 1.​

‘I​⁠ need to see‌‌ the description for​‍⁠ Key Number 1 too.’

But⁠‌ I didn’t have​‌​ it. I looked​‌ back at the‍‍ desk. Dayeon was​⁠‍ still reading, just‍‌ like before.

She‍‍⁠ wasn’t even paying‌ attention to me.⁠‍ It seemed like‍ she didn’t care⁠‌ whether I solved‍⁠​ the puzzle or‍ not.

‘Was​‍​ she always like​‌​ this?’

I had a feeling‌‌ of déjà vu.⁠‍​ When we discovered‍⁠ the secret file‌ room, Dayeon had⁠⁠‌ tried her key⁠⁠​ on the door.⁠‍‌

Even​ though it hadn’t‍‌ worked, it led‌⁠⁠ me to believe​‌‍ that those keys⁠‍⁠ were meant for‌⁠‌ that location. She⁠​ told me she’d‌‍‍ checked thirty locked⁠ doors throughout the‌‌​ school. Then she​ told me to​‍ solve the puzzle.​‌‌

Her⁠⁠ intentions were confusing.⁠ It was like…‍

‘She⁠ wanted me to⁠ believe that the⁠‌​ keys needed to⁠‌‍ be turned simultaneously.’⁠

If​ what Dayeon said​ was a lie,⁠ then my entire‌‌‌ theory fell apart.‍

Maybe‍ Key 1 and‌ Key 2 were‍‍ for something else‌ entirely,
and the real​‌ keys for the‍⁠ file room were⁠​ somewhere else.

…Something‌​​ like that.

‘Nah,​​‍ can’t be.’

For​ now, it was‌‍ just a suspicion.‌‍‍ I couldn’t jump⁠‌⁠ to conclusions without⁠⁠​ proof.

The‌‍​ answer had to⁠‍​ be in Key⁠‌ Number 1.

I approached Dayeon’s desk.⁠‍

“Already​‌ solved it?”

Dayeon‌​ didn’t even look⁠​‍ up, her eyes​​⁠ fixed on her⁠‌ book. It was‌​​ impossible not to‌‍​ doubt her like⁠‌‌ this.

“Could⁠​ you at least‍ look at me?”‌​⁠

I snatched the book⁠ from her hands.​

Dayeon⁠ didn’t even flinch.⁠‍ She blinked slowly,⁠⁠ a bit dazed.‌​

“That‍‍‍ was just getting​​ interesting.”

“As‍⁠‌ if you could‍‌⁠ enjoy it.”

“True.‍‍ You know me⁠ well.”

She⁠​ answered indifferently and​⁠ stared at me,​‍‌ clearly asking why‌‍ I was here.​​‍

“Did‍‌‍ you find the⁠ solution to the⁠ puzzle?”

“No,‌‌‌ not yet.”

“Then‍​​ stop wasting time​⁠ with me.”

“Cut‍ the crap and⁠‍ hand it over.”‍‍‍

I held out my‌‍​ hand.

She⁠ tilted her head,‍‌ puzzled.

“My‍ hand?”

And‌‍⁠ placed her hand⁠​ in mine. A warm, soft sensation​ spread through my‌⁠​ palm.

“This⁠‌‍ good enough?”

“…Not‌‌ what I meant.”‍‍

I pulled back immediately.‌⁠ Though for a moment I thought,​⁠⁠ ‘So this is​​ what a girl’s‍​‍ hand feels like,’‌⁠‌ I let it‌⁠‌ slide.

“Then‍‍​ what do you​​‍ want?”

“The​‍ key. Number 1.”​

“Oh,⁠​‌ this?”

She⁠⁠ pulled a small‍‌‍ key from within​ her clothes. The‍‌‌ number 1 was⁠ engraved on its​ surface.

No‌‍ doubt, it was⁠ Key Number 1.‍​

“Give‌‌‌ it here.”

I wiggled my fingers⁠⁠‌ impatiently. But Dayeon‌‌ didn’t seem eager⁠‌​ to give it​⁠ up.

“Hmm,​ should I give⁠⁠⁠ it to you​ or not?”

“Didn’t⁠ you say there’s​​ no time to‌ waste?”

She‍ held the key​​ between her thumb‍‌ and forefinger, waving⁠‌​ it lightly.

“Oh,⁠‍ I just had⁠‍‍ an idea.”

She‍‌⁠ tucked the key‌​‌ between her thighs.⁠⁠

“If‌⁠ you want it,‌‌ come get it.”‍

The‍ small key was‌⁠​ now caught between‍‍ her pale legs.​​ To grab it,‍‍‌ I’d have to⁠⁠ reach in there.‌​

‘…She​⁠ thinks I won’t​ do it.’

I opened a book,​‌⁠ placed it over‍‍ her legs, and‌‍​ quickly shut it—only⁠⁠ catching the key.‌⁠

[You‍‌⁠ obtained Key Number​‍ 1.]

‘Done.’‌⁠‍

Dayeon​​⁠ let out a soft murmur, seemingly‌‍‍ impressed.

“I​‍​ thought you were‌‍ a pervert, but‌ I guess not.”​

“Told‌ you I’m not.”​

I ignored her and‍ checked the key.​ It was still‌ a bit warm.​‍​

‘Let’s⁠⁠‍ see.’

I opened Key Number‌​ 1’s description—and couldn’t⁠​ help letting out⁠ a dry chuckle.‍‌​

‘…I⁠⁠⁠ knew it.’

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