I'm a Supporting Role in a Horror Game, Don't Kill Me

I lay down blankly and looked up at the information window in front of me. My heartbeat thumped like crazy.

‘Did I just say the wrong thing and get killed? Was that why I lost one heart?’

The backbone was pulled in fear. I let out a long sigh and covered my face with both hands. What really frightened me was the soreness I felt when I fell to the floor. No, it was the fear of the pain at the moment of being killed and the power that could never be resisted. The fear of being chased in the alley… It was terrifying to remember it again. Even when I was sitting in front of the monitor, holding the controller, and enjoying the game, I had experienced many times when I was being chased, but it was different from that kind of fear. The player has a bad ending on the side of finding out someone’s death, not being killed himself.

‘I thought it was real, but it was really real.’

I really had become Arbitche Green. As long as this heart remains.

I opened my eyes and quietly looked ahead through my fingers. White letters that did not disappear were shining in front of my eyes. In fact, only two hearts remained in the upper left corner of the visual field, in the status window. Of the original three hearts, the one on the right was dyed gray. There were two hearts left. So what would happen when you used up all your hearts? It’s a natural rule of the game. When all hearts are exhausted, the game just ends there.

My saliva went down involuntarily at the ominous imagination.

‘…How did I end up in a game like this, really?’

No matter how much I thought back, the memory of the last day was not clear. I thought I was playing a game. I thought for a while, then brushed my hair and let out a long sigh.

‘Even if I can remember, what difference will it make?’

Anyway, the important thing now was the fact that I was in this game.

‘For now, what I have to do is never die again.’

I slowly organized my thoughts. I would live like a dead rat. It’s a dream or whatever, so until I get out of this situation, I will do so.

‘Game? Criminal? That’s not important right now. Let’s live. Let’s survive.’

Pressing my pounding chest with my hand, I nodded in my thoughts.

‘And… Let’s get away from the main flow of this game.’

As long as it was a mystery horror game, death and strange events were inevitable in the main story of this game. Because the main stem itself was finding out who the serial killer was. After setting a goal like that, it felt like my heart, which had barely been beating fast, calmed down a bit. When I stretched out my hand toward the floating character image at the upper left corner of my field of view, I was able to query information like a touch screen.

[Arbitche Green]

Age: 27

Occupation: Resident tutor of the Duke of Leermond

Birthplace: First daughter of Baron Green

Affinity: (If there is a character whose affinity has risen by 1 or more, it will be displayed here.)

Holding amount: 0G

Residence: Lakers Rearmond Mansion

Other than that, I clicked on this and that, but there was nothing to set separately and nothing to query further. I just saw a sign that there was one ending that was collected for no reason. It seemed that this was all the information available in the room. I searched all the drawers here and there to see if there were any decent items, but all I found was an unopened gym bag. Even so, the only items inside were a few books to use while working as a private teacher and personal letters that seemed to have been exchanged with the original family. What I needed right now was weapons, armor, or seed money. None of them were.

‘No, no matter how much it is, does it make sense that there is only 0 gold?’

I let out a breath and sighed. Since there was nothing like this, I suddenly realized it again.

‘Really, this character… He was just a supporting character who was about to die in the beginning.’

There’s no way to set things up like money. I felt the fear of the last ending creeping up from my toes, but I struggled to get my mind together.

‘The first thing to do is to get out of this mansion. Let’s quit the tutoring job first.’

I needed to reduce my encounters with Lakers. It seemed that there was a connection, so if I went there, maybe something would work out? After scrutinizing some of the letters, it seemed that Arbitche Green really came from a rather poor baron family and that her aunt had taken away her little legacy after her parents died.

As the aunt had Arbitche, it seemed that one characteristic forced her to do this job. I liked writing and learned a lot, so I thought I would do well, but since the character Arbitche Green was timid and had no characteristics, I didn’t seem to be able to adapt.

‘What… If I quit and go back, won’t they still let me sleep and feed me?’

If I went, I would be treated badly, but anything would be better than staying at the killer’s house. I took my little things, packed them well, and waited for Mrs. Blier to come. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the door opened with a knock.

“Oh, are you awake?”

Blier, wearing round glasses that matched the black maid outfit very well, poked her head out just like in the first playthrough. I smiled slowly at her.

“I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”

Mrs. Blier blinked her eyes, and she smiled faintly.

“Oh, you speak like a completely different person.”

“Because Mrs. Blier always worries about me like this.”

“Oh my. You seem to be really okay.”

“Did I get my energy back thanks to Mrs. Blier? You always take good care of everyone in the mansion. I am always grateful.”

Tring-!

[Blier White’s favorability has increased.

Lv.1 (27/99)]

It’s very small, but it’s a more specific compliment than the last time, so the extent of the increase in favorability was large.

‘This game… It’s not a way to choose an option, but a reaction based on my words, so there must be a lot of fine-tuning.’ 

I even felt my stomach churn at the level of sophistication that made me feel uncomfortable. Trying not to wrinkle my expression, I secretly spilled a story to Blier.

“I’m going to visit my aunt once, but can I just tell you in advance about going out?”

“You can go out freely on the weekends. Even on weekdays, you can relax after work.”

‘Rather than saying I’m quitting right now, I’d rather secure a place to live and say it more clearly.’

As I nodded, a loud scream rang out from outside the window. It was a familiar sound.

“Kya”

“…What do you mean?”

Unlike me, who was calm, Mrs. Blier hurriedly approached the window, and I also went to his side and watched the flickering flames in the distance. The acrid smoke rising from the place where death lurked was very ominous, even from a distance.

“Ask for more help! I can’t catch the fire!”

“That way! Catch it! You son of a bitch, I won’t let you run away today!”

“Catch it! Don’t go alone!”

Loud whistles and shouts After going through the same thing this far, I came to the realization that it was the second episode.

Mr. Blier murmured urgently.

“The master is still outside, but it looks like something big has happened outside. I have to send someone, so I’ll just go.”

“Yes.”

As soon as Arbitche nodded, she hurried away.

“The master is still outside” sounded very different from before.

‘That killer bastard.’

Yeah, now I know better than anyone that the Lakers were near the scene. I got chills and rubbed my goosebumps on my arms, mentally calculating the time to jump with my bag. Then I suddenly remembered something important that I had been missing. Until now, I was surprised that this situation was not a dream, but now I have to think about surviving here.

‘Isn’t farming the most important thing in a game?’

Farming. In other words, obtaining items was one of the most important factors in solving the game.

‘The most important item in this game is the case notebook.’

The notebook that marked the death of Arbitche Green It was a very useful item that informed both rumors the player was unaware of and the information gathered by the police up until that point. I could roughly remember the events before and after the death of Arbitche Green, so if I had that notebook, I would be able to know the timing of Green’s death.

‘Obviously, I got the case notebook through a conversation with the superintendent on DAY 1…’

As soon as I thought about it, I jumped up from my seat. It was only natural that there was an NPC, Inspector Tribber, at the scene of the incident.

‘Just now. Right now, with Lakers preoccupied with killing, must be the time to make a move.’

I was so scared that I didn’t have the courage to leave the building, but if I didn’t act like the first playthrough, nothing would happen on the first day. And… I was planning to move my residence. If I don’t get it now, it might be difficult to come this far again.

I quickly turned around and went down the stairs. Just like the last time, I met the gaze of the servants who were looking at me face-to-face, but I smiled as much as I could and waved my hand.

‘The saying that you can’t spit on a smiling face seems to be true’

Instead of ignoring me like the last time, some of the servants waved at me with dumbfounded faces as if they were surprised. With a satisfied face, I passed through the corridors and stairs I had passed before and exited the building. However, fearing that he would run into Lakers again, I chose to walk only on the main road, not paying attention to the alley. It wasn’t too difficult to walk the same road again and blend in safely with the crowd. A building on fire with dead bodies dangling from the fourth floor soon appeared in front of me. Family members who seemed to have come out without proper clothes sat on the floor with lost faces, and onlookers were talking in whispers with frightened faces. It was a scene that might have been obvious at the beginning of a horror game. When I was playing, I just thought it would be fun when the truth was revealed. No matter how many times I watched it, the miserable feeling did not go away.

‘Ugh.’

Eventually, the moment I couldn’t stand it and looked away, Inspector Triver stood at the entrance of the old mansion. The pleasure was also short-lived.

A large group of officers had surrounded Inspector Triver as he shouted among them.

‘…How can I talk to that person?’

I had a bad feeling that talking to him would never be easy.

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