The stench of iron pierces my nose.

“What the…”

I quickly gain my senses and instinctively take a step back. However, with a thud, my back bumps against something.

A wall.

I cough once, opening my eyes, but everything is pitch dark.

Why am I here?

How did I get here?

“I was in my room just a moment ago… and I filled out that strange survey."

Little by little, my breathing becomes calmer. There seems to be no problem with my memory.

The problem is the smell.

A foul nauseating smell, the smell of blood is everywhere.

I wonder if it’s because of shock, but I didn’t realize how disgusting it smelt until now. But now that I’ve realized, the smell is so intense that it’s shaking my very brain.

“Damn…"

Corpses are spread throughout the room.

Human corpses that are swollen as if drowned, bodies with slit throats, and even bodies with limbs bent in the wrong directions.

If this room was one of those modern art exhibits, then the curator would undoubtedly be an insanely perverted sadist. The fact that everything's shrouded in darkness is my only solace.

“What is this… the mystery of the human body?” I mumble underneath my breath.

I need to get out of here quickly.

Shifting my body, I put my left leg forward - and fall.

My ankle is broken, it seems.

I lift my the leg slightly, only to find the foot hanging limply.

The entire bone is shattered, not something like an adorable sprain.

And just like that, my fleeting dreams of escape are crushed.

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“Haa."

Sliding downwards, I drag my back against the wall, sitting down in defeat.

I can’t run or walk like this, the pain is extraordinary. All I can do is sigh and think.

Why was I brought here?

There’s plenty of people that I can think of who could want revenge against me. To be honest, it’s more than plenty, which is why I washed my hands clean of everything long ago.

It was at that moment I heard a scratchy voice from the farthest side of the room.

“I found him!"

“He’s here! He’s here!"

I tilt my head upwards, my brain beginning to go cold. The tone of the voices have a vicious edge underneath, as if they're desperately looking for something.

Or someone.

Don’t tell me...

“Stay right there!"

"We’ll kill you if you move!"

Are they after me?

Around ten men come in like hungry wolves.

They seem to be holding weapons in their hands, though I can't exactly tell what they are because of the dark.

Immediately, I shoot my hands into the air, a grim expression settling onto my face.

“Hey, I surrender!”

Without warning, one of the men grab my head and slam it on the ground. They’re being violent with me even though I surrendered. Not cool.

“Get down fucker!"

A rock that’s lying on the ground pokes my cheek.

“Keep your fucking face down! Or else we’ll fucking kill you!"

I bite back a shout of pain, barely holding it back.

Loud noises irritate kidnappers, so even if you’re in pain, you must not scream.

So it’s best to be silent and polite. Might seem stupid, but hey, what can you do?

“Hoo… I caught him! I captured him!"

“You aren’t planning to take the credit all for yourself, are you?"

The men start chatting loudly in excitement, so I hold my breath and listen in on their conversation.

“Just joking, I’ll share with everyone equally."

“Heh, poor guy looks like a caterpillar."

“Let’s just fucking kill him already."

Someone kicks my side.

It's not a genuine hit, but more done jokingly. But regardless, that alone was pretty painful.

“Hey, hey. Don’t you remember? We gotta bring him back to that fucking fairy."

“…Fuck."

Fairy?

...?

“When that fairy popped that fucker’s head, I damn near pissed my pants."

A roar of annoying laughter fills my ears, but I ignore it.

Fairy… popping heads…

Wait, don’t tell me.

I remember… I remember it wasn’t just a weird quiz, no, it was from the system … and the system had mentioned a tutorial...

Tutorial. System. Fairy. Popping heads.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The neurons have been activated.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

Okay, I’m just joking, this didn’t actually happen.

In reality, I drew the connection instantly after I heard the word ‘fairy’.

The corners of my mouth turn upwards slightly, almost unnoticeably.

So this is the tutorial, huh?

Fine, I’ll play it their way.