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There Are No Humans in the Monster Company Chapter 6: Monologue of the Anemone

Chapter 6: Monologue of the Anemone

“Yes,⁠ I’ll be under‌ your care.”

I moved my frozen‍ knees and barely⁠ managed to straighten⁠ my posture as⁠‍‍ I spoke.

Manager​ Batory observed me​‌‌ with interest for⁠⁠‍ a moment, then​⁠‌ smiled broadly, tearing⁠ her lips beneath​⁠⁠ the corners of‍‌‍ her eyes.

Although‍⁠ it still wasn’t⁠‌ clear whether that​ was a welcome⁠ or a greeting​ before eating.

“Hehe…​ Your skin tone‍ is quite clear.‍‌ The faces of‍ those who remain‍‌ here for a long time usually‌‌ become dull very‍‌ quickly. I hope‌‌​ you preserve that​‌‌ initial brightness for‌‌ a long time.”‍‌‌

“Uh…⁠ thank you.”

I felt that I should answer something,‍‍ so I opened⁠ my mouth, but‍⁠ in the end‍ I couldn’t find⁠‍ the proper words.‍​

Seeing‍‌ me drag out​‍⁠ the end of⁠ the sentence, Manager​​ Batory covered her⁠ lips and smiled‌​⁠ softly with her​​​ eyes.

Her‌‍ movements were so​ elegant that they​ seemed unnatural.

Her‍‌ neck, waist, shoulders,⁠​​ and even the​​​ tips of her‌‍ fingers.

She‌⁠ looked like a brushstroke drawn in​ the air with​​ movements lighter than​‌ the wind itself.⁠

“…Well⁠ then, Assistant Manager‍‍ Son. Have you⁠ already shown him⁠‌⁠ the other relatives?”‍‍⁠

“Director‍⁠ Mok will be‍​ returning from vacation⁠‌ soon, and he’ll‍ probably see Supervisor‌ Shik before leaving​ tonight.”

Her​‌⁠ soft and cold⁠ voice slid into‍​⁠ my ears.

It⁠ was like refined‌⁠ ice gently brushing⁠ against skin until‍‍‍ it finally cut‌​ it.

After‌ hearing Assistant Manager⁠ Son’s reply, she⁠ took a sip‍​⁠ of that unknown‍ drink resting on​ the railing of‍‍‍ the isolation chamber​ and then slowly‌‌ nodded.

Beneath​​ her long eyelashes,​⁠ those dark blood-colored⁠​⁠ eyes shone even‍⁠ more intensely.

“Good,‌‍‍ later we should​ sit down, have​ a cup of‌​ tea, and talk.”‍⁠

She‍⁠ slowly lifted the‌⁠ tablet she was⁠⁠⁠ holding to the‍⁠​ height of her‍‌⁠ face.

Even​⁠⁠ the slightest movement‌ of her wrist‍​⁠ was elegant.

If⁠​​ I hadn’t just⁠​ seen her tearing​ apart her own​‌ skin while her​​ body grotesquely deformed,​ she probably would‍ have been the‍‌​ most beautiful creature⁠​ I had ever‌ seen in my⁠​ life.

“Then,⁠⁠‍ I’m busy… you⁠‌ two continue.”

She⁠ turned around.

As‌ though her words,‍‍​ footsteps, and movements⁠‍ were lighter than​​ air.

Beyond⁠‌ the enormous isolation‍ chamber, what she‍​ was observing was​​ a grayish mass​ writhing like a heart.

That⁠‍ pulsating thing had‍ a shape, but‍‌⁠ it was impossible​‌ to interpret.

While‌ countless eyes, holes,​​⁠ emotions, or diseases‌‌⁠ impossible to identify⁠​ writhed grotesquely, she​‌​ gazed at it​‍⁠ as though it⁠‌‌ were a work‍​ of art.

The‍‌ moment my gaze⁠​‍ tried to follow‌ hers and recognize‌‍ that thing—

“Well⁠⁠‍ then, Mr. Haeil.”‌

Beside​‍ me, Assistant Manager‍‌‌ Son slightly moved⁠​‍ his fist-head while‌ speaking.

“Ah,​‌​ yes, Assistant Manager‍​​ Son.”

“Let’s​⁠‍ begin the first​‌⁠ practice. Since the⁠ director also gave​‍‍ instructions, it’s better​​​ not to start‌⁠ with something too‌‍ complicated. Let’s first⁠⁠​ try the tamest‍ among the dimensional‌‌ entities.”

I slowly nodded.

Assistant⁠⁠ Manager Son’s hand,⁠‍ no, the fist⁠ on his head,‍⁠​ no, his head…‍‍‌ I don’t even‍​​ know anymore.

In⁠‌⁠ any case, that​⁠‌ thing made a heavy Tap! as​‌‍ it snapped its​⁠ fingers once.

“Follow‍ me.”

We⁠‌ began walking down‍‍ the extraction room​​‌ corridor.

The​ hallway was even‌​ quieter than before,​​ and the air‌‌​ was filled with​‌​ machine oil, a faint smell of​‌ disinfectant, and something‌‍​ resembling flesh mixed‍‌​ with dust.

It‌‍​ wasn’t a smell​ that struck directly⁠ at the nose,‍ but one that‍ crawled along the⁠‍‌ spine like a snake.

As‍‌ we walked down‍ the hallway together,⁠⁠⁠ Assistant Manager Son‍⁠⁠ took advantage of⁠‍‌ a brief moment⁠ of silence to⁠‌‍ make a comment.⁠‌​

“By‌ the way, from‌⁠ how I saw⁠⁠​ things earlier, it‍​​ seems Manager Batory​‌⁠ became quite interested​​⁠ in you, Mr.‌⁠‍ Haeil.”

Instinctively,​‌ I showed an‌ awkward smile.

“Really?⁠‍ It’s an honor.”‍​

Even⁠​ though inwardly I felt like burying‍ that “honor” underground.‍‌

The‍⁠ image of that‍‍​ woman’s beautiful face‌⁠​ appeared in my​‌‍ mind.

The‌‌⁠ radiant skin, the​‍​ elegant hands, the‌ calm voice.

And⁠​‌ then the face⁠⁠ opening, the eyes​ peering out from​⁠ inside, and that⁠‍ gigantic mouth tearing‌⁠ open.

‘…Interested⁠‍ in me? Is‌​ he serious? Isn’t⁠​ it more like‌ an appetizer before​​‌ eating?’

“The‌​ manager doesn’t usually​​​ speak to just​‍⁠ anyone like that.”⁠⁠

Assistant‍⁠ Manager Son slightly‌‍‍ tilted his head‍‍ as he continued.‍‌

“When‍‍ you get used⁠ to the way‌⁠ she talks and‌ the atmosphere she‍⁠​ creates, she’s actually‍ a good superior.‍⁠⁠ How should I put it she​‌‌ takes pretty good‌​‌ care of her​​⁠ team. Though sometimes​​ she really does⁠‍ seem like a bloodsucking mosquito.”

‘It’s‍ not that she‍ seems like one,⁠⁠​ she was literally​ drinking something that‌ looked like blood…….’​‌

I tried hard to‌‍‍ maintain my smile.⁠⁠‍

“That’s‍‍‍ reassuring to hear.‍‌⁠ I’ll work even​ harder from now‌⁠ on.”

That’s‍⁠ what I said,‌‍ but inside me⁠‍ the image of​​​ her face opening‌ while that enormous‍​ mouth appeared and‍ her red eyes⁠ seemed to devour‍⁠ me kept replaying.‍‍

I followed Assistant Manager‍‌⁠ Son while taking⁠‌‌ one step after‌‌⁠ another.

My‍​ stomach felt unsettled,​‍ but I didn’t⁠‍ let the faint‌ smile disappear.

Being​​ kind and polite‌‌ was indispensable for⁠‍⁠ survival.

“To⁠​ start with, D-7⁠⁠ will be appropriate.‌ D-7 is the‌​ dimensional entity’s code.​ Its name is​⁠ Monologue of the⁠⁠⁠ Anemone.”

As⁠⁠​ soon as I heard it, the‌ image of an​‍⁠ anemone flower appeared‌​ in my mind,​‌ and it didn’t⁠‍ fit this grotesque​‍ place at all.⁠

“Is‌‍ that… alright?”

“Yes.‌​‌ It’s docile, calm,⁠⁠ and responds clearly.​‌ As long as‍ you follow the​‍ procedure correctly, it’s‍⁠​ very efficient.”

Procedure.‍​

That​ was a word‍‍ I had already‍‌ heard many times.⁠

The‌‌ fact that even​‍‌ in this incomprehensible‌‌ place there were⁠‌⁠ clearly established rules‌‌ gave me back‍ a little calm.⁠⁠

“By⁠ the way, this‍​​ dimensional entity reacts​‍​ when you recite‌​ exactly a specific‌‍ phrase recorded in‌⁠‌ the documents. It’s⁠ a kind of​⁠‌ ritual. Well, think​​ of it like​ going to recite‍​ a poem.”

Phrases,⁠​​ poems, rituals.

Words‍ even less appropriate‌ for this place.‍​

When⁠ my mind locked​⁠ up from confusion,‍‍⁠ Assistant Manager Son‍‌‌ lightly waved that⁠ hand-head.

“Don’t‌​ worry. Just follow‌​​ the manual. The‌‌ manual.”

We⁠ arrived in front​‍ of isolation chamber‍‌ D-7.

There​ was a thick⁠‍‍ glass window in‍⁠ the door, but​‌‌ the interior was‍‌‌ covered in dense⁠ fog, so it‌‌ was difficult to​ see anything.

Even‌‍ so, I felt⁠​‌ as though something‍​ behind that door⁠ was waiting for‍⁠ me.

That⁠‍‍ sensation pricked at⁠‍ my skin.

I slowly inhaled.

Beyond​‌ that door awaited​​​ the first dimensional​ entity I would‍ face.

“Ah,‍ before going in,‌ read this.”

Assistant‌⁠‌ Manager Son handed​⁠​ me a sheet‍ that had been‌​ sitting on the⁠ desk in front​ of the isolation‌‌‌ chamber.

I tilted my head‍⁠​ slightly and lowered⁠ my gaze to‍ the paper.

==========⁠​

[Dimensional⁠‍⁠ Entity Management Profile:​‍‌ D-7]

Dimensional⁠‍​ Entity Name: Monologue​ of the Anemone⁠⁠‍

Dimensional⁠‍ Entity Code: D-7⁠

Type:​​​ Composite (biological/conceptual)

Danger‌⁠​ Level: Class D (includes risk of⁠​ cognitive contamination and‌⁠ unconscious mimicry)

[Details]‍​​

Ritual-Based​ Interaction

This⁠⁠‍ entity only manifests​‌ reactions when it‍ enters a state‌‌ of cognitive connection​⁠ through a “ritual”‍ in which specific‌‌ phrases are repeatedly‍​ recited.

Cognitive‍‌ Parasitism

While​‍ in a state‍‌ of cognitive connection,​‌‍ this entity transmits‍​ signals directly to⁠⁠ the administrator’s cerebral⁠‍ cortex without using‍ vocal organs.

During‌‌ this process, it⁠​ tends to synchronize​‍ the administrator’s thoughts‍ with certain specific​‌ patterns, eventually culminating‌ in complete parasitism.⁠

[Extraction​‌ Mechanism]

Immediately‌ after forming a state of cognitive‍⁠ connection through the‌ designated ritual fragment,‍ the energy generated​‌ at the instant‍​ the entity’s signal​‍‌ resonates with the⁠⁠‌ administrator’s brainwaves is⁠​⁠ absorbed and extracted.‍

[Management‍​⁠ and Extraction Manual]⁠

During‌ management, minimize visual‌​​ and physical contact‌‍ with the entity.⁠⁠

The⁠​ isolation chamber must‍‍⁠ be constructed with​⁠ reinforced glass at‍⁠ least 20 cm​‌ thick and maintain​​​ a one-way structure​⁠‍ that allows observation‍ of the interior‌​ only from the‌ outside.

During​‍ extraction, any signal​‍‍ outside the “ritual”‌ will be considered‌ “environmental noise,” and‌ any unconscious mimicry​ is prohibited.

The‍‌​ instant an attempt‍‍⁠ at cognitive contamination⁠‌ by the entity⁠⁠‌ is detected, immediately‌‌ suspend extraction and‌⁠‍ evacuate the isolation⁠ chamber.

Time​‌ spent inside the‍⁠‍ chamber must be‍⁠⁠ strictly limited to‍​⁠ 2 minutes.

[Special⁠​ Recommendations]

During​⁠ extraction conducted by​​ novice administrators, additionally⁠​⁠ assign a second⁠ administrator capable of‍⁠ maintaining linguistic coherence⁠ as a preventive‌⁠‌ measure against cognitive‍​ contamination.

If‍ signs of synchronization‌ with the entity​​⁠ are observed (auditory‌⁠​ hallucinations, mental confusion,‍ etc.), immediately remove‍ the individual from‌​‍ their duties and⁠​⁠ conduct a psychological​ evaluation.

==========‍

I swallowed hard in⁠‌ front of the‌ door.

Assistant‌‌ Manager Son added‌⁠ an explanation.

“Did​⁠ you already read​ the entire manual?​⁠ This one is‌⁠⁠ classified as the⁠‌‍ safest dimensional entity‍​‍ on our team.‍‌ Though its reaction⁠‌ rules are a bit delicate. You‍​​ have to recite‍ the established phrases⁠⁠ exactly.”

“What‌⁠ are those phrases?”⁠

“Here.”⁠

The‍⁠ post-it he handed​ me had three⁠‍ simple lines written​​ repeatedly.

You⁠⁠‌ cannot see me.⁠⁠

I do not see⁠ you.

We‌‍‌ do not resemble⁠ one another.

“You‍ just have to‍⁠⁠ repeat that three​ times. The tone‍ matters too, so​⁠ try repeating it‍ after me.”

Assistant‌ Manager Son tilted​‍ his head, or‍⁠‍ more precisely the‍​ hand acting as⁠ his head, and⁠ began reciting slowly​‌ in a monotone,⁠​ mechanical voice.

Once​ again, I suppressed‌​ the doubt of‍ how it was‍‌ possible for him‍ to produce sound‌ without vocal organs,​​ cleared my throat,‌ and repeated his‍ phrases.

However,‍‍‌ the way Manager‌​ Batory spoke, like‍ a whisper breathing‌ beside my ears,‌​ still trembled faintly‍ in my voice.‍​⁠

Shortly‍ afterward, the isolation‍​ chamber door slowly‌‌ opened.

“Go‍​ in. Don’t stay⁠ inside for more⁠‌​ than two minutes.​​​ The moment I open the door,‍⁠ you come out‍‍ immediately.”

I could only nod,⁠ tense from the⁠‌​ fact that I was truly about​​ to perform an⁠⁠‌ extraction.

The‌​‍ instant I stood​ before the door,‍‌ I felt cold​ sweat sliding down‌‌​ the back of‌ my neck.

And⁠‍‍ I became certain​​ that something was⁠‍ waiting for me⁠‍ inside.

As​‌ though it had‌⁠ been waiting for‍‍ the arrival of‍‌ anyone except me.‍​

When​ I entered, my‍ vision distorted for‍ an instant.

The‍ isolation chamber resembled⁠ the inside of‌⁠‌ a glass sphere⁠​ where the light‌​ had been warped.⁠

Every⁠​‌ surface was hazy⁠⁠⁠ and undefined.

The​​‌ ceiling, the walls,‍ the floor, even‍ my own shadow‍⁠ seemed to float.⁠‍‌

And⁠‌‍ then, in front⁠ of me, there⁠ was a head.⁠‌‍

A severed human head‍ rested atop a metal stand.

But‍​⁠ what sprouted from​⁠‍ it was not⁠​⁠ pain or screams.​⁠

They​⁠ were flowers.

From‍ the eye sockets⁠​‌ and from the​‍​ mouth grew three​ enormous flowers resembling‌‌ anemones.

They​‌ had the shape⁠​ of anemones, but‍⁠⁠ the petals were‍‌‌ thinner and longer,⁠‌‌ and each one​ was speckled with​‌‌ blood-colored stains.

Although​‌ there was no⁠‌ wind inside the‍‌ sealed chamber, the‌‍ flowers swayed.

The‌⁠‌ moment the door‌ closed behind me,‌​‌ all the petals‍⁠ turned toward me‌⁠‍ simultaneously.

I tightly gripped the​ tablet Assistant Manager‍‌​ Son had handed⁠⁠ me and began‍‌‌ reciting the phrases‍‍ as calmly as​​⁠ possible.

“You⁠⁠ cannot see me.”‌⁠⁠

“I​ do not see⁠ you.”

“We‌ do not resemble​​ one another.”

My‌‍‍ voice nearly broke,​​‌ but I managed‌⁠ to repeat the​‍‌ three lines three​‍ times.

When‍‌​ I finished the‌​⁠ third repetition, a faint “click” echoed⁠‌⁠ from one of‍ the chamber walls.‍​

“Fuuu….”⁠​‌

I sighed in relief​ and looked toward⁠‌‌ the door.

But​ the isolation door‌⁠ did not open.​⁠

Since​‌⁠ the chamber glass‌‌​ only allowed the​​ interior to be‍ seen from outside,‍ I couldn’t know‌​ what reaction Assistant⁠​ Manager Son was‍‍‌ having.

Then,‍ suddenly, the air​‌‌ inside the chamber‍‍ changed.

⋯⋯⋯⋯.‍

There​‌ was no sound.⁠

No,‌⁠ there was no​ voice.

But⁠ the three anemones​​‌ atop the head​‌ began twisting simultaneously.‌⁠

The‍⁠ petals trembled violently,⁠ and that face‍ without lips or‍‌ vocal cords whispered‍‍ something.

They​ were not words.‍

It​ was a vibration.‌‌

It⁠​‍ was not thought.⁠

It‍⁠ was sensation.

As‍‌‍ though something were⁠‌ slowly piercing up⁠ from the deepest​​ part of my​‌ subconscious.

There‍ was a phrase.‌⁠

You​ are seeing me.​

It​⁠‌ was a familiar⁠​ phrase.

I definitely knew it​ too.

I am seeing you.‌​

We‌ resemble one another.​

That​ was part of⁠​ the ritual.

But​‌‍ my instincts sealed‌⁠‍ my mouth shut.​

It⁠​‍ was definitely trying​ to “implant” the‌ repetition of those‍‍ phrases into me.​‍

“Unconscious⁠ mimicry is prohibited.”⁠

That‍ warning struck my⁠⁠ mind like a hammer.

I became certain that‌ I must not‍ repeat it.

I consciously raised a mental wall against‌​ the whisper of⁠ that flower.

“No…​ you cannot…… see​ me.”

I gritted my teeth‍ and mechanically forced⁠⁠​ out the phrases.‌​‌

“I……​‌‍ do not see‌​ you.”

I am seeing you.‌⁠‌

“……We​‍‍ do not resemble⁠⁠ one another.”

I could no longer⁠ be sure that​​ the words coming‌⁠​ from my mouth​‍ were truly mine.⁠

It‍ felt as though‌‌ they came from⁠ something far deeper.‌

Not⁠​​ from my brain,⁠⁠ but from my‍‍‍ organs.

And‍⁠ then, the anemones‌⁠ stopped.

The⁠ clustered stamens inside‌‍ the blossoms stopped⁠ writhing like tongues.⁠‍‌

The⁠​‌ blood-colored stains on​⁠ the petals watched​​ me like eyes‍ before slowly closing.⁠​‌

I could feel the⁠ atmosphere inside the‍ chamber gradually calming⁠‍ down again.

Inside⁠​⁠ the countless tubes​‌⁠ connected to the‌ walls, the reddish⁠​‍ liquids began glowing‍⁠ intensely with a blue light.

The‍ entire tubes trembled‌ as though a heart had just‍‍‍ contracted violently, and⁠ the liquid began‍⁠ flowing much faster,‍ filling the inside‌⁠‍ of the glass‍ tubes with a dazzling glow.

A mechanical hum echoed​ throughout the chamber.​⁠

And‍​ then an artificial​​ voice came from‍⁠⁠ the ceiling speakers.⁠‌​

[Energy‍ extraction completed. Isolation‌‍ status maintained.]

With⁠‌‍ the sound of⁠ air pressure releasing,⁠‍‍ the door burst‍ open and I immediately ran out.‌​⁠

I felt the back⁠‍ of my neck​⁠⁠ burning, but I didn’t look behind‍ me.

As‍‍⁠ soon as the​ door opened, Assistant⁠⁠​ Manager Son’s fist-head‌​ opened wide while⁠​‌ speaking.

“Oh,​​ for your first⁠ time, you did​ very well.”

I remained outside breathing‌‍⁠ heavily.

The​ tips of my‍‌ fingers trembled and‍‍‌ my stomach churned.​​

He​‍​ lightly opened and⁠‌‍ closed the fist‍ of his head⁠‍ while nodding.

Then⁠ he let out‌‍‍ a chuckle and‍ added.

“Sometimes‍‌ that little buddy​ tends to get​‌‌ troublesome.”

“……Huh?”‍​

I was still gasping⁠⁠ for breath.

“In‌​‌ the summary manual​⁠⁠ I made, it‌‍‌ only appears in⁠‌‌ simplified form, but‌ in the original‌ version there are‌ notes and examples‍‌​ explaining what it‌‌ means when it⁠ alters phrases or‌‌ distorts the administrator’s‍⁠ linguistic patterns.”

So​​ the A4 sheet‍‍‌ he showed me​‌⁠ wasn’t the original‌⁠ manual?

He​‌ made it himself?‌​

“They’re‍⁠​ attempts to induce⁠ unconscious mimicry. Let’s‌‍‌ call it a little prank.”

Assistant‍‍ Manager Son raised‍⁠​ the thumb of⁠ his fist-head while​​ speaking.

Within​​ that absurd gesture​ of praise seemed​ to mix a strange satisfaction.

More​‌‍ precisely, he seemed⁠ amused that even​‌ in a situation‌ like that I had followed the‌ manual to the‌​ very end.

“Good​⁠‍ job, Mr. Haeil.”‍

Assistant​‌ Manager Son slowly‌​⁠ approached and patted‌‌‍ me on the⁠​​ shoulder.

With‍​ his right hand.⁠‍

Not⁠⁠ with the hand-head.‌⁠‍

“Lately⁠‍‍ rookies have quite‌ a bit of⁠ common sense and‌ usually manage on‍‌ their own. So‌ I figured there‍ was no need‌ to give you‌‌ the complete, heavy⁠‌ manual. I knew⁠ I could trust‍ you!”

The‌​ fist-head once again​⁠ lightly opened and‌‍​ closed the fist‍⁠⁠ while speaking.

Behind⁠‍‌ that absurd praise​ was unmistakable malice.​

What‍‌ would have happened‌⁠⁠ if I failed?‌

‘…This⁠ son of a bitch.’

I was starting to​ wonder whether inside‍​ that fist-head there​⁠​ was also a skull and a brain.

I suppose that meant​​⁠ I was gradually​ beginning to adapt‌ to this environment​‌ of madness.

The‍ fear toward that​‌ irrationality was now‍⁠‍ beginning to mix‌⁠​ with anger.

“You⁠​ handled it very‌‍⁠ well. You seem⁠⁠⁠ like a veteran.”​

“Ah,⁠⁠ yes, thank you.”⁠‌

“Congratulations.⁠​ Truthfully, it was‍‌‌ only a small‌ test, but with​‍ this everyone will‍⁠ recognize you immediately.”‌‍

My‌ head was burning⁠⁠ and cold sweat⁠⁠⁠ ran down my​ back while beside​⁠‌ me a monstrous‍⁠ superior praised my‍ mental fortitude.

A boss whose head‌‌ was literally a hand.

I closed my dry⁠⁠‌ lips and lowered⁠​ my head.

“Thank​‌⁠ you for your‍​​ words, Assistant Manager​​​ Son.”

And⁠‍ I muttered inwardly.⁠‌

Quit.⁠⁠

I want to quit.⁠⁠‍

But⁠‌​ I also don’t‍ want to see‍⁠ that Human Resources‍ baby monster again.​​

I tried hard to⁠​‌ maintain a smile​​ and nodded.

“It’s​ thanks to you,⁠​​ Assistant Manager Son.⁠‌ I’ll work even‌​​ harder.”

Ah.‍‍

Miss⁠‌‍ Lee Jihyun… are‌ you happy wherever‍‌ you are?

Because⁠‌⁠ honestly, there doesn’t‍‍ seem to be‍⁠ much happiness here.‍​

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