Chapter 1The Unruly

I’m an NPC in a horror game.

Beautiful but tragically weak, my only role is to serve as window dressing. So when a new batch of players arrived, I was eagerly waiting for them to be slaughtered by the ghouls.

But then, a message scrolled across my vision.

[Still smiling, you clueless cutie? These three players are absolute monsters. They wreck instances for a living and love to break sweet little NPCs like you. Hehe... They’re especially fond of a good sandwich.]

A jolt of shock went through me. Only then did I register the three pairs of predatory, almost sick, gazes fixed on me.

And I was already trapped between them.

* * *

“Time for your injection.”

The clock struck midnight as I pushed my small cart into Room 401.

Inside were an old man and a girl who looked to be in her early twenties. The old man’s face was vacant, his body withered and frail. I slid the needle into his skin and fed him his pills. He showed no reaction at all.

After him, it was the young girl’s turn.

The sight of the cold syringe in my hand drained the color from her face. A cold sweat beaded on her forehead as she fumbled for a knife, her voice trembling as she brandished it. “Get away from me! I’m not taking it!”

I stared at her in silence for a moment before turning my cart and leaving the room.

Fine by me. It’s not my life on the line.

This new batch of players was painfully stupid. I’d be surprised if they survived three days.