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There Are No Humans in the Monster Company Chapter 4: Not Even in My Dreams

Chapter 4: Not Even in My Dreams

There’s⁠⁠⁠ a phrase that​​⁠ says life is​‌⁠ the C (Choice)‍ between B (Birth)‍‌‌ and D (Death).‍​⁠

And​⁠ it’s true.

Because⁠‍ the choice I made when I entered this place⁠⁠⁠ was complete garbage.⁠⁠

“Ah,​⁠‍ employee Jeong. Did‌ everything go well‍ in Human Resources?”‍‌‌

As‍ soon as I left Human Resources,​ I immediately took‍ the elevator.

When‌ I returned to​​‍ the office feeling​​‍ as though all​​ the energy had⁠‍​ been drained from⁠​‌ my body, Manager⁠​ Myeon stared at⁠​‍ me with his​ seven faces.

And​​ there was only​ one answer I could give him.⁠​​

“…Yes.‍⁠ I don’t think⁠ I’m going to​‌ quit.”

“Oh,‌‌ did something happen?”⁠⁠

“It‌​‍ seems there was‍‌ a mistake on‌ the hospital’s part.⁠ They said it’s‍‌⁠ not such a serious condition after​⁠⁠ all.”

Maybe⁠​⁠ because it was‌‌⁠ the correct answer,‍⁠ Manager Myeon didn’t⁠​ continue asking about​‍​ the call.

Perhaps‍‌⁠ they were simply‍ short on staff‍‍ here.

“I⁠‍ see. What a relief, truly a relief. We just⁠ hired a new‌ employee, and it‍ would have been​‍ a shame if⁠‌ you quit on‍‌ your very first⁠​ day.”

It‍ had just seemed​‌‍ to me like‌ the fifth face⁠⁠⁠ licked its lips.‌​

But⁠ surely that was‌⁠​ just my imagination.‍

When‍ I responded with‌⁠⁠ an awkward smile,⁠⁠ Manager Myeon approached⁠‍‌ and patted me⁠ on the shoulder.‌‌‌

“It​​ must have been​​ quite a shocking‌ day for you,‍‍ so for today,‌​⁠ finish up here​‌ and go home.​⁠‍ It seems the‍⁠ others will still​‍ take a while‍ to return, so‌ I’ll introduce you⁠ to the rest‍ of the team​⁠‌ tomorrow morning. And⁠‌ starting tomorrow afternoon,⁠⁠ we’ll begin the⁠‍ real training.”

“Go⁠‌ home…?”

I carefully looked around⁠‍ while leaving the⁠‍ sentence unfinished.

Beyond⁠​ the open office‌​⁠ door, I could​‌ vaguely see the‍ hallway I had​⁠ passed through earlier.​

“Don’t⁠‍‍ tell me there’s‌⁠⁠ another problem?”

“N-no,‍‍ it’s not that.‌‌‍ Do I simply‌​‍ leave through there?”‌⁠

Manager‌ Myeon nodded.

He‌⁠​ was definitely holding⁠​‌ back laughter.

As​ though he were‌⁠⁠ watching a completely‌ lost rookie who​⁠ didn’t know how‍‌⁠ work functioned.

I decided not to​⁠‍ directly ask that​ thing how exactly‍⁠ “leaving work” functioned.​

Even⁠‌ so, this was‍‍‌ at least a place where something‍ called an “exit”⁠‍ existed.

It​‍⁠ truly was fortunate⁠ that I hadn’t‍‌ said in front​⁠ of the baby​⁠‍ monster that I wanted to quit.​

If‌⁠ I had spoken‍‍ carelessly at that‍​‌ moment, that enormous‌​⁠ red tongue would‍⁠‌ have tasted my‍‌‌ flesh, and I never would have‍‌​ been able to‍ leave this place.⁠‍​

— I’m Jeong Haeil,‍‌​ the new employee⁠​‍ who just joined‌ Extraction Team 1.⁠‍‌ I came to‌ introduce myself. I hope we get‌​ along well.

It‌ wasn’t a bad​​‍ improvisation.

Being‍‍​ seen as an​⁠ excessively polite employee​ was a hundred‌ times better than⁠ losing my life.​⁠

The​‍ baby monster responded⁠⁠‌ irritably that something‌ like that could⁠​‍ be confirmed from​⁠ its own office,⁠ and I maintained‍‍⁠ my composure as‌⁠​ best I could⁠ before escaping Human​ Resources unharmed.

It‌‌‌ was a little‍‍‌ clumsy, but even​ that baby monster‍ didn’t eat a hardworking rookie just‍‍ because his face‍‍‍ looked a little⁠‌‌ pale.

As⁠ for Lee Jihyun…‍⁠

‘Forget​‍‍ it. Don’t think​ about that and‌‍ get out of⁠‍‍ here.’

I stood up from​ my seat, picked‍ up my bag‌ as naturally as‌⁠ possible, and headed‍​ toward the office​‌ door.

“Then,‍ as you said,​ I’ll be leaving​‍​ for today.”

Manager‍ Myeon chose one⁠ of his kindest⁠‍ faces to smile​​​ at me.

“Very‍‍‌ well. You worked⁠‍‍ hard today, employee​ Jeong.”

I bowed my head⁠‍‌ in farewell and​‍​ headed toward the⁠‍‌ emergency exit at​ the end of‌​ the hallway.

For​‍⁠ some reason, I didn’t want to​ use the elevator‌‍​ I had taken​‍⁠ to go to‌ Human Resources again.‍

It⁠‌ had been a day full of‌ absurd situations.

But​‌ even so, I managed to endure⁠ an entire day.‍‍

First,‍‍‍ let’s leave the‌​ company.

Let’s⁠ go home and⁠⁠⁠ rest.

Thinking‌​ only about that,​​ I opened the‍​​ door.

Click—​⁠

Cold‌‍⁠ air immediately rushed‌⁠⁠ in.

And‌ what appeared before⁠⁠ me was unfortunately,‌⁠ my room.

A small, cramped but‌ tidy studio apartment.‍‌

The‌⁠​ clothes and bed⁠‍ were still perfectly​‍‍ arranged.

Aside‌‍‍ from the deep‌ darkness beyond the​‍ window, it was‌‌ exactly the same‌‍​ room I had⁠​⁠ been in this⁠‌‌ morning.

Just⁠​ in case, I carefully closed the​​ door.

And‍ opened it again.‌‌

My​ room again.

I closed it and‍​​ opened it again.⁠

My‌ room.

My⁠ room.

My‍ room again.

I stared at that‍‌⁠ scene for several⁠‌ seconds, as though‌ it had been​​ sewn into place‍‌⁠ with a needle.‍

On‍ top of the‍ shoe cabinet by‌ the entrance sat‌ the book I had left reading‍‌ last night.

And​​ the goldfish inside‌⁠‍ the aquarium opened⁠⁠‌ and closed its⁠‍ mouth as always.‍⁠

Well,⁠​‌ they had said⁠ they would come​⁠​ pick me up⁠​ when it was‍⁠​ time to go‌ to work.

I guess that made‌ sense.

But.‍‌

Could​ I really call​ this “leaving work”?‍​

— Can we leave?⁠​ Really? No…!

I sensed malice and​ mockery organized at​ an institutional level.⁠‍

Quit?‍‍‍

Leave‍‌ work?

Was⁠‌ it even possible‍‍ to leave this‌‍‍ building from the⁠‍⁠ beginning?

No.​

It‍‌‌ wasn’t.

I closed the door‌ and pressed my‍ hand against my‍ forehead.

My‍‍​ forehead was warm.‍‌‍

But‍ my hands were⁠⁠ freezing cold.

Was‍ I really going‌‌‍ insane?

“Employee⁠‌ Jeong.”

I flinched and violently‍​‌ turned my head.‌

I didn’t know when‌‌ he had followed‌ me, but Manager‍‌ Myeon was standing⁠ several steps behind​ me.

His‌‌​ seven faces wore‍​​ expressions of satisfaction,​‍​ as though they‌⁠‍ had finally seen⁠ my true feelings.‌​

One⁠‍​ laughed.

Another‍ frowned.

Another‍⁠ yawned.

And​⁠‌ then one of⁠‌ them, the one​ with the most⁠ innocent expression of​​​ all, spoke kindly.​‌​

“Since​​​ you are a valuable talent, I made a special‍‍‍ arrangement to improve‍ your work efficiency.‍ So you no​ longer have to⁠‍ worry about coming⁠‌ to or leaving​‍ work.”

Manager‌‍ Myeon brought his‌ kind face closer‍‌​ and smiled at​‌​ me once again⁠⁠ before elegantly turning‍‌⁠ around and heading​‌⁠ back toward the⁠‌ office.

As‌ a working adult,‌ I no longer‌⁠‌ had any choice‌​ but to accept‍ it.

I had already arrived‍​​ home.

In​‍ a way I could not escape​ from.

***‍‌​

It’s‌‌​ a new morning.​

A quiet awakening, without​​ sunlight or alarms.‌‍‍

I pushed aside the⁠‌ blanket and lowered‌‌⁠ my feet to​⁠​ the floor.

Leaving​⁠‌ the warmth of⁠ the bed is‌ never easy, but⁠ this time it‍​‍ was difficult for‍ a different reason.⁠

Even‌​​ so, I forced⁠​‍ myself to get‌‍‌ up, open the​ cabinet, and take‍‍ out the bag‍‌ of cereal I had left there‍ two days ago.⁠‍‍

The​​‍ milk seemed so​⁠​ old that I couldn’t even remember⁠‍‌ when I bought‌ it, but at‌‌⁠ least the smell⁠​ was still normal.​‍

“…Haaap.”⁠

I scooped up a spoonful of cereal⁠⁠‌ and brought it‍ to my mouth.​‍

Crunch,‍‍‌ crunch.

Normal‌​ sensations.

Sweet,‌‌​ crunchy, and slightly⁠‌‍ rough as it​‌⁠ went down my‌‍ throat.

The‍‍ kinds of sounds‌ that belong in‍‌‌ a place where⁠‍ a person lives.​​

Like‌⁠​ remnants of a routine that still⁠‍‍ hasn’t collapsed.

I hadn’t collapsed either.‍‌

I got up normally,‍ I was eating‍⁠ cereal, and soon‌ I would go‌‌ to work.

Somehow,⁠ I would survive‍‌​ inside that organization‍ and get something​⁠ out of it.‌⁠‌

Ding.⁠‌

A notification appeared on‍‌‍ the black phone⁠⁠ screen.

The‍ first was a deposit of three‍ million won from⁠ Citizens Bank, labeled⁠ as a welcome‍ bonus and work‍ support.

The​‍ second was a notification indicating that‍ points had been⁠‍ added to an‍⁠⁠ internal company store‌ application that I didn’t remember ever‌‍ installing.

But.⁠​

Where⁠ exactly was I supposed to use⁠ money or points‌⁠ like those?

“Well,‍ I’d better take‍‍ a shower.”

I forced my voice‍ while imitating Manager⁠​ Myeon just to​​⁠ make myself speak.‌

From‍ experience, I knew‌‌‌ that if I didn’t mutter something‌ even while alone,‍⁠ I would eventually​ lose my mind.‍

I opened the bathroom‌‌ door, washed my​ face, brushed my⁠ teeth, and quickly‍‌ rinsed my body⁠‍‍ with water.

The​‌‌ face reflected in‍​​ the mirror looked‍⁠ paler than yesterday.​⁠‍

The⁠⁠ dark circles under‌ my eyes also⁠‍‍ seemed deeper.

“I’m⁠ fine.”

Even‍⁠ while saying it,​ my voice trembled‍ slightly.

I finished drying my⁠‌⁠ face with the⁠‍‌ towel and put​‌ on my pants​​ and shirt.
Then, absentmindedly, I opened the curtains.⁠

It⁠​ felt as though​‍⁠ icy water filled​‍‍ my lungs.

‘I​​​ forgot.’

Outside⁠‌ the window, there⁠⁠⁠ was still nothing​‌‍ but empty darkness.​⁠​

No‌‌ light.

No​ sound.

No‌‍ outlines.

It​ wasn’t night.

It‌ wasn’t even darkness.⁠

It​⁠‌ was something nonexistent.‌‍⁠

A void where everything⁠⁠‌ seemed to have⁠‍ come undone.

Slowly,⁠ with extreme care,​‍ I closed the‍ curtains again.

Since‌ no one was‌​‌ watching me, my​ fingers trembled freely.​‍

Today’s​‍⁠ mental escape had‍‍​ failed.

The‌‍ fact that my⁠ room was behind‌‍‍ the company’s door‍ and that nothing​ existed outside the​ window.

This‌⁠ entire world seemed​ to be screaming‍​ at me that‌​​ I had no‍⁠‌ choice.

Then​‍​ I saw something‍‌ beneath the window,‍‍ on top of‍⁠ the desk.

Beside​‌ my work clothes,‌⁠‍ the employee ID‌⁠ badge had been⁠ carefully placed there,⁠ as though someone‌‍ had deliberately left‍⁠⁠ it.

Had‌​​ I left it​‌⁠ there myself?

Employee⁠ Jeong Haeil

Limited​⁠​ Company Where the‌‍ Dead End Up‍‌ with Ghosts | Extraction Team 1

I slowly picked up⁠ the ID badge.​

My‍ name and department‌‌ were engraved with​ an almost funerary⁠‍ clarity, like an‌ epitaph.

“Limited⁠⁠ Company… Where the⁠​ Dead End Up‌ with Ghosts.”

With‌‍ my lips closed,​ I murmured those​⁠ words to myself,⁠⁠ as though trying‌‌⁠ to hypnotize myself.‍​‍

I took one step​ toward the entrance.⁠

If​‍ there truly was⁠⁠‍ nowhere to escape‌‌​ to and no‌ time to do​⁠‍ so then I had no choice‍‍​ but to enter.⁠

I silently turned the‍⁠​ doorknob.

Click.‍

When‍‍ I opened the‌ door, the company’s​ fluorescent lights enveloped⁠​⁠ my face.

The⁠ faint smell of‌‍​ dust, the scent​‍‍ of detergent spreading‌⁠‌ through the hallway,⁠‌ and the cold‌ air of a perfectly organized office‍‍ space.

Just⁠ as I expected,‍​‌ beyond the door⁠ I had closed​⁠ after leaving work⁠ last night, the​‍‍ same company hallway​‌ still stretched out.​

I took exactly one‌ step.

And‍‍‍ at that instant,⁠⁠⁠ as though the⁠‍ entire world had​‌ been waiting for​ me, the fluorescent‍ lights began turning‌⁠​ on one by‍ one.

Chk,​‌ chk, chk—

The⁠​‍ electric buzzing accompanied‌​ the gradual lighting‍‍‌ of the hallway,‍‌​ like a kind‌ welcome preparing my‌‍ place.

Was⁠‌​ I already adapting‌‌‍ to this grotesque‍ office?

Or⁠​ perhaps I was​⁠‍ degrading?

Or‌​​ maybe, in order⁠⁠ to say that‌⁠ someone has “adapted”⁠⁠ to a company‍​ like this, every​​‍ difference between the​​ two first has​ to disappear?

I continued walking straight‍ toward the Extraction‌‌ Team 1 office.⁠‍

The‌ doorknob was warm,⁠‌‌ as though someone​‍ had just touched⁠‌ it.

When‍ the door softly​ opened, the exact‌​⁠ same office space⁠​​ as yesterday appeared.‍‌

Manager‍‌‌ Myeon was already​ sitting down writing‍ something.

One⁠​ of his seven⁠‍‌ faces slowly turned​⁠‌ toward me and‌‌​ lifted the corners‍‍ of its lips.‌

“Very‍​‍ good morning, Mr.​‌‍ Haeil.”

I also put on​​‍ the mask more‍​‌ naturally than yesterday‌⁠‍ before responding.

“Good​ morning, Manager Myeon.”​‍‌

I bowed my head‌ and walked toward​ my desk.

It‌ had begun.

A routine I never​ chose.

A working life where⁠‌ no alternatives remained.⁠⁠

Maybe,‍‌ if I tried⁠‍​ hard enough, I could survive one​ more day.

“Assistant​​​ Manager Son just‍‍​ went to the‌‌ break room. It‍ seems he was‌⁠ excited because a new employee joined,​ so wait a moment. I’ll introduce​ him to you⁠​‍ when he returns.”⁠

“Yes.‍‍ Understood.”

As​ I set my​ bag on the⁠ desk and slowly​ regained my breathing,⁠‍ the sound of‍ someone coming out‍ of the break​‍ room was heard.​‍

Thud.‍‍‌

The​‌‌ first step was⁠​ heavy and long.⁠‍

Thud.‌⁠

Thud.⁠⁠

Thud.⁠‍‍

After⁠ those slow footsteps,‌⁠‍ the office door​ opened.

Naturally,‌‌ I lifted my‍ head.

And​ I saw him.​

He‌​ was a large-built​‍ man.

He‍‌‍ wore a simple‍⁠‍ black suit and⁠⁠‌ an immaculate red⁠‌⁠ tie.

The​ creases in his​ pants were sharply⁠⁠‍ pressed, his shoes‍ slightly shiny, and‍‍‌ he carried a mug in his‌⁠ hand.

The​​‌ image of a completely ordinary office‍ worker.

Except⁠‌‍ for one single‍⁠‌ thing.

The‍ head on his​⁠⁠ shoulders.

“Assistant⁠​‍ Manager Son, this​‍‌ is employee Jeong‍‍ Haeil. Introduce yourselves.”‍

Assistant‌⁠ Manager Son.

A word was missing.​​

Because‌‍ in reality, it‍​ was “Assistant Manager‍‌ Hand.”

His​‍​ head was literally‍‌‍ a hand.

More⁠​‍ precisely, an enormous​‌ fist.

A gigantic pale-skinned hand‌‍ was attached directly⁠​ to his shoulders​‌ without a neck,‍⁠​ clenched like the⁠ sturdy fist of​ a boxer.

It‌ had no ears,​‍⁠ eyes, or nose.​⁠‌

Only​​‌ five bent fingers‌‌‍ rising like a deformed crown.

And‌‍⁠ that hand slowly‍‌ began to move.‍

The‌‍​ thumb and index‍‍ finger gently separated​​‍ before coming together‍​ again.

Then⁠ the middle finger​ opened before closing​⁠​ once more.

It‌⁠⁠ looked like a greeting.

A handshake.

Or​ perhaps the motion‌ right before strangling​ someone.

“Ah,⁠‌ so you’re the⁠‌⁠ rookie?”

The‌​​ hairs on the​‍ back of my‍‍ neck stood up.​​​

The​ voice came from⁠‍ his head.

No​​ rather, it was​ embedded directly into​‍ my mind.

That‌‍ voice didn’t enter⁠ through my ears.‌

It‌ was as though‌​​ it crushed and‌​ burst something between‍​⁠ my eardrums and‍ brain before being⁠‌‍ forced inside me.‍⁠‌

Every‌ time he pronounced‌‌⁠ a syllable, the⁠ fingers of that​ fist twisted in⁠​ place of lips.⁠

“Wow,‍ a new employee‍‌ finally joined. Call⁠⁠‍ me Assistant Manager‍⁠‌ Son. I hope‍⁠ we get along‌ well.”

As​ he approached, the‍​⁠ fist on top⁠​​ of his head​​‍ slowly began to‍ open.

As‌⁠‌ though politely offering‍​​ a handshake.

He‌ wasn’t extending a hand.

That‌⁠ entire enormous head‌⁠ was what pointed​ toward me.

“How⁠‌ about a handshake?”⁠

Erasing​ the bewildered expression‌⁠‌ from my face,‌‌⁠ I extended my​​ right hand.

Because​ I felt that‍⁠ the hand embedded​​ in his head‌⁠​ could clench into⁠ a fist and⁠ smash into my⁠⁠ face at any‍⁠​ moment.

“Yes,‍​ nice to meet‍‍​ you. I’m Jeong⁠⁠ Haeil.”

The⁠ instant our palms‌⁠​ touched, a chill​⁠​ ran through my⁠‍ body because of​‌ the abnormal warmth​​‍ of that hand.⁠

And​‍‌ then came an‌ absolutely inhuman pressure.‌‌‌

Creeeak—​​

A pain as though​‍ steel pincers were⁠‍ crushing my entire‌‍ hand.

The​ strength he applied‍ simply by shaking⁠ hands was in‌ a completely different⁠⁠ category from mine.⁠​​

“You’ve‍ got a tougher‌​ hand than I expected. Looks like​ you trained something,‌‍ huh?”

Without⁠ noticing my condition,‍ Assistant Manager Son‌​⁠ let out a loud laugh and‌​ lightly smacked my​‌ back.

Tap!​‍⁠

For‌ him, it was⁠​‍ probably just a friendly pat.

But⁠‍ for me, it‌⁠ was enough of​‍ an impact to⁠⁠⁠ force all the⁠‌ air out of​​‌ my lungs at​​‍ once.

“Guhk…!”⁠‌

Something‌‍ cracked inside my‍‌ body.

Maybe‍​‌ no bones were‌‌‌ broken.

But​ my brain was⁠ already slowly pulling‌‌⁠ down the emergency‍⁠‍ shutters in order​ to survive.

Thinking‍ I could endure‌ an entire day‌‍ here had been‌ pure arrogance.

‘…Damn​‍‍ monsters.’

The‍‍ last image I saw before collapsing⁠ was Assistant Manager⁠⁠ Son’s enormous fist-shaped​‌​ head tilting from⁠‌‍ side to side.​

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