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

Once more, the cheerful voice of the kidnapper was heard. The long pause continued as I thought about this absently and realized that he was waiting for my response.

“Luke is not the type of person who will listen to me so obediently, but I have a little favor to ask.”

“Please, Boo?”

“All right,”But really, Luke, what can I say? I mean, I’m simply a menial tutor.

Select.

Beneath the mask, the sound of the author’s laughter must be the wind leaving. What exactly about what I just stated was funny?

“You have no knowledge of him.”

 If nothing else, such comments were not polite to me, who had played over 1,000 hours of <Night of the Murderers>.

‘No, no one has searched about Luke as much as I have. And no one has discovered many attack routes against Luke.’

But what would I say to the kidnapper? I just have to keep my mouth shut and quietly listen to what he says.

“Of course playing tag with Luke is fun, but it never ends. I needed something to entice him.”

From earlier, this guy keeps talking about Luke. I lowered my eyes and bit my lip. To Luke, I was just a fun tutor.

“I guess you don’t know that Luke has never been seen protecting someone like that before. You can never see him chasing someone’s back. You’re lucky he didn’t kill you.”

Chasing someone’s back…? Of course, it is true that Luke has been circling around me recently. But listening to what the author says now… 

‘You talk as if he protected me…?’

My mind was confused. That can’t be true… But he wouldn’t lie to me for Luke.

Luke has recently been acting strangely. I assumed that since I couldn’t be there to watch over myself, a policeman had been assigned to watch over me. That wasn’t monitoring; rather, it was safeguarding me.Does that make sense? The kidnapper’s statements don’t have to be taken seriously.

You can inform me whether that is indeed the case. I should have merely warned him to be careful since something similar happened right away. Luke said things that day as though he didn’t know what was going on.

One of the presumptions was illogical.

“Are you certain that knowing that I’m a target of a criminal will make me feel afraid?” Is that why you shielded me from harm without informing me?

Even when I thought about it myself, the assumption I came up with was ridiculous. I quickly shook my head.

‘That can’t be possible.’

In the end, the only conclusion is that the kidnapper’s thoughts were all wrong. As I was wandering through my unorganized thoughts, the kidnapper chuckled, rested his chin on the back of his chair, and said,

“No matter what I asked for in return for you, Luke would listen. It seems like you don’t know anything.”

I didn’t bother answering any more so as not to provoke him, but he let out another mirthless laugh as if he knew what I was thinking just by looking into my eyes. However, even when I pointed out the interest, I was very wrong. I felt cold sweat running down my back. I’m starting to think I’ll be of great use to Luke… It seemed that he believed strongly in the rumors created by Inspector Triver of the Metropolitan Police Department. But I am just an employee of Luke. He paid a lot of money and even had a dress made for me, but I didn’t do what I was told to do, and even though I had a police officer and was told to be careful, I walked around uncontrollably and ended up being kidnapped like this…

‘…The more I think about it, the less likely Luke will save me. But if they kidnapped me because they thought I would play some kind of great role… If I don’t fulfill my role, isn’t my life in danger?’

As I kept looking back and forth between the item window and the two remaining hearts, a new notification window appeared.

[Luke Rearmond’s favorability has increased.

Lv4(1/396)]

‘…No, I’m kidnapped here right now, so where on earth are the Lakers thinking, why is this notification popping up out of nowhere?’

Even in this scary situation, I couldn’t help but feel absurd and opened my mouth small. After all, Luke is such a big deal to me. It was impossible to guess what the crazy killer was thinking.

[Favorability Event: Puppet Show Opening

Affinity Quest: Basement Open]

Instead of grunting, I covered my mouth. The space that I had been unable to enter until now, no matter how much I snooped around, was finally opened. How much time has passed since I was kidnapped? I glanced at the date displayed on the system window, but it wasn’t the next day yet. It seemed like about 10 hours had passed since the kidnapping. The kidnapper showed up the first time and wandered off as he pleases, but he has not yet appeared. For the first hour or two, I sat with my back straight, nervous that something was going to happen, but now I sat leaning against the window, not knowing what to do. There was no problem eating or drinking because there was a large bottle of water and a lot of white bread placed in a corner of the room. The problem was the fear that came from not knowing what would happen to me in the future. Even though the kidnapper never once threatened me or showed a weapon… This place was scarier than Luke’s mansion. Every moment, I felt like my breathing was being constricted.

I stared at the wall, biting my lower lip nervously. There was a picture of a huge pentagram drawn there. Blood-red, paint… Probably, it’s definitely paint… In any case, the gigantic pentagram depicted in red had an eerie presence.

‘It’s the same thing I saw at the murder scene.’

The serial killer is Luke. But what does this kidnapper mean by drawing something in my room that looks exactly like the magic circle found at every crime scene?

‘…You have to come to your senses.’

He spoke as if he were the enemy of Luke, but he doesn’t even swear if he’s not interested. Who knows, maybe this guy who is so interested in Luke could be a copycat? Besides, he talked about killing me as if it were a very light game. I looked out through the hard boards blocking the window. I could see outside through the gap. The dark, narrow alley had nothing special about it. Moreover, this was about the third floor of an extremely steep building. It would be impossible to tear off the planks that were firmly fixed to the window, but since there was no string or curtains in the room, escaping this way was impossible. By the door… I never even got the courage to go out. I opened the item window to see if there was anything that might be helpful. Stag beetle, morpho butterfly, wild flower necklace, six-shooter pistol and bullets, magnifying glass, Polaroid camera. The whistle was not there because I gave it to Shine. As expected, the only thing that looked decent was a pistol.

‘I can’t do anything with this.’

After staring at the item window for a while, I closed it with a sigh.

‘In the end, it is impossible to escape on your own. Someone will save me, right?’

Officer Amanta? …No, he seems to be one of the better police officers in this world, but he probably won’t be able to find me. Aside from her, the remaining members of the Metropolitan Police Department are even more untrustworthy.

NPCs? No. These are both NPCs who were a great help to me when I was a player, but now they are just ordinary people who do not support saving or loading or not… Duke Luke? Why did he come to mind at that moment?

‘The kidnapper keeps talking nonsense, so it reminds me of that kid.’

But as I was locked in this dark room, I thought it would be better to live in the home of that serial killer who at least knows how to take care of my nephew. After grumbling internally for a while, I lost the ability to even grumble and sat down on the floor and hugged my legs.

Scary. Honestly, it’s so scary.

‘…shit. Who knows where this is and who will come to save me?’

Even though I tried to think of other things, I couldn’t come up with any positive thoughts. This is especially true considering that of the several disappearances that have occurred in the park so far, not a single one has returned home safely.

‘…It looks like I’m going to lose one of my only two hearts in a place like this.’

Instead, I kept hearing more depressed and negative thoughts. And so, another five or six hours passed by helplessly. I was not happy with this time I was forced to spend, being left alone in such a quiet place. Because my thoughts kept turning negative.

“If you truly examine the actual conclusion… Will this game conclude then? This is awful, there’s crime all around you… This game, in which every scene is really graphic.

My thoughts were once again consumed by the question that kept coming to me. I’ve been thinking about topics like how to boost someone’s favorability, how to live, and how to prevent certain situations every day since I joined . Because my life had been so busy, I didn’t have time to get depressed. Neither did I have time to stop abruptly like this and give in to terror.

‘Will we really be able to see the true ending? If the true ending was that easy to see, people wouldn’t have all cursed and quit playing this game.’

Plus, it felt like the difficulty level was higher than when you were outside of the game and just had to look and click the mouse.

‘What if I had to live in this game forever?’

The blood-red pentagram drawn on the wall appeared bigger and bigger in my eyes, and my body trembled. I collapsed on the floor out of fear and didn’t know what to do. Why did what came to mind at that moment, not Luna or Shine or the save NPCs I depended on so much, but the handsome looking Luke?

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