2025-12-12 23:22:08When the white light faded, Min-joon was standing in a hallway.
The walls were white tile, cracked and stained with something dark. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, buzzing like insects. The air smelled wrong. Like chemicals and rot mixed together.
Min-joon looked down. He was still holding the steel bat. Good. The weapon had transferred over.
His phone buzzed.
TASK: FIND THE EXIT.
TIME LIMIT: 2 HOURS.
REWARD: 7,000,000 WON WILL BE REMOVED FROM YOUR DEBT.
PENALTY FOR FAILURE: DEATH.
SPECIAL CONDITION: DO NOT LOOK AT THEM DIRECTLY.
TIME REMAINING: 1:59:58.
Min-joon read the message three times, focusing on the special condition. Do not look at them directly. Look at what?
He started walking down the hallway. His footsteps echoed on the tile floor. Every few steps, he passed a doorway. Some doors were closed. Others hung open, showing dark rooms beyond.
Min-joon peered into one of the open rooms without entering. It looked like a hospital room. There was a bed with restraints on it. Medical equipment covered in dust. A wheelchair in the corner, one wheel slowly spinning even though nothing had touched it.
He kept walking.
The hallway seemed to stretch on forever. Every corner looked the same. White walls, flickering lights, that terrible smell.
Then he heard it.
Footsteps.
Not his own. These were coming from behind him, slow and dragging. Like someone pulling dead weight.
Min-joon stopped and listened. The footsteps stopped too.
He started walking again. The footsteps resumed, matching his pace.
Something was following him.
Min-joon remembered the special condition. Do not look at them directly.
Them. So there was more than one.
He walked faster. The footsteps behind him got faster too.
Ahead, the hallway split into a T-junction. Left or right? Min-joon had no idea which way led to the exit. He chose left randomly and kept moving.
The footsteps were getting closer.
Min-joon risked a glance backward, but made sure not to look directly at whatever was following him. Instead, he looked at the floor, watching for shadows.
There.
A long shadow stretched across the tiles, coming from around the corner he had just passed. The shape was wrong. Too tall, too thin, with limbs that bent at strange angles.
Min-joon ran.
Behind him, the footsteps exploded into a sprint. Whatever it was, it was fast.
Min-joon rounded another corner and saw a stairwell. He yanked open the door and threw himself inside, slamming it shut behind him. Then he jammed the bat through the door handle, barricading it.
Something crashed against the other side. The door shook but held.
Min-joon backed away, breathing hard. The stairwell went up and down. He chose up and started climbing.
His phone buzzed.
TIME REMAINING: 1:47:23.
Still plenty of time. But he had no idea where the exit was. This place was a maze.
He reached the second floor and pushed open the door. Another hallway, identical to the first. More doors, more rooms, more flickering lights.
Min-joon walked carefully, listening for sounds. Everything was quiet now. Too quiet.
He checked a few rooms, looking for any clues about where the exit might be. One room had a desk with papers scattered on it. Min-joon picked one up and tried to read it, but the writing was gibberish. Random letters that did not form any words.
In another room, he found a map on the wall. It showed the layout of the building. Three floors, dozens of rooms, and one exit marked in red on the ground floor, at the far end of the east wing.
Min-joon memorized the route and left the room.
As he stepped back into the hallway, he heard something that made his blood run cold.
Giggling.
Children's laughter, high-pitched and wrong-sounding.
It was coming from everywhere at once. Above him, below him, from inside the walls.
Min-joon walked faster, following the path from the map. He needed to get to the east wing stairwell, go down to the first floor, and head toward the exit.
The giggling got louder.
Then he saw them.
At the far end of the hallway, standing in a group. Children. Maybe five or six of them, all wearing hospital gowns. They were facing away from him, their heads tilted at odd angles.
Min-joon froze.
Do not look at them directly.
He kept his eyes down, looking at the floor instead of the children. But he could see their shadows. The shadows were moving, even though the children were standing still.
One of the children spoke. "Do you want to play?"
The voice was sweet. Innocent. Completely terrifying.
"We have been alone for so long," another child said. "Please play with us."
Min-joon did not answer. He slowly backed away, keeping his eyes on the ground.
The children started walking toward him. Not running. Just walking. Slow and steady.
Min-joon turned and ran back the way he came. He needed a different route to the east wing. Maybe through the third floor.
He found another stairwell and climbed. Behind him, he heard the children following. Their footsteps were light and quick.
Third floor. Min-joon burst through the door and sprinted down the hallway. According to the map, there should be a connecting corridor somewhere ahead that led to the east wing.
"Come back," a child's voice called from behind him. "We just want to talk."
"Why are you running?" another voice asked. "We are not scary."
Min-joon did not slow down. He kept his eyes forward, searching for the corridor.
There. A doorway marked with faded letters: East Wing Access.
He ran through it and found himself in a narrow passage. The walls were closer here, the ceiling lower. It felt like the building was pressing in on him.
Halfway through the passage, something grabbed his ankle.
Min-joon looked down without thinking.
A hand was reaching out from under a gurney that sat against the wall. A small hand, pale and cold.
He had looked directly at it.
The hand tightened its grip, pulling him down. Min-joon swung the bat and hit the arm. There was a crack, and the hand released him.
But it was too late. He had broken the rule.
The hallway started to change.
The lights went out completely. In the darkness, Min-joon heard movement. Lots of movement. Things crawling on the walls, the ceiling, the floor.
And giggling. So much giggling.
Min-joon fumbled for his phone and turned on the flashlight. The beam cut through the darkness, revealing shapes that scuttled away from the light.
He ran blind, using the phone to light his way. The passage seemed longer now, stretching impossibly far.
Something dropped from the ceiling onto his back. Small arms wrapped around his neck. Hot breath on his ear.
"Found you," a child's voice whispered.
Min-joon reached back and grabbed the thing, throwing it off. It hit the wall with a wet thud but immediately got back up.
More of them were coming. He could hear them in the darkness, moving closer.
Min-joon ran as fast as he could. The end of the passage appeared ahead, another door with a red exit sign above it.
He crashed through the door and slammed it behind him. For good measure, he spoke quickly.
"This door is locked from the outside."
The lie took effect. The door sealed itself, becoming impossible to open from the other side.
Min-joon collapsed against the wall, gasping for air. He was in the east wing now. The exit should be on the ground floor, just one level down.
He checked his phone.
TIME REMAINING: 1:12:44.
Still over an hour left. He could make it.
But first, he needed to catch his breath. That thing on his back had scratched him. He could feel blood soaking through his shirt.
Min-joon took a moment to look around. This part of the hospital looked different. Newer, maybe. The walls were painted blue instead of white. There were windows here, showing a view of the red sky outside.
He walked to one of the windows and looked out. The hospital was surrounded by dead trees. Their branches twisted toward the building like reaching fingers. And beyond the trees, he could see other buildings in the distance. The mirror version of his city.
Movement caught his eye. Something was walking between the trees. Something big.
Min-joon stepped away from the window quickly.
He needed to find the stairwell and get down to the first floor. According to the map, it should be at the end of this hallway.
He started walking, bat ready, phone light illuminating the path.
Every door he passed was closed. No sounds came from inside the rooms. It was eerily quiet after the chaos of the previous floor.
Too quiet.
Min-joon's instincts screamed at him. Something was wrong.
He stopped walking and listened carefully.
There.
Breathing.
Slow, heavy breathing.
It was coming from right behind him.
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Chapter 165
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Chapter 164
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Chapter 163
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Chapter 162
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Chapter 161
Min-joon walked into the room where Hana and Ga-young were working and looked at the screens and documents spread across the table between them, and he understood from the state of the room that neither woman had slept since the evening meal.Two laptops open. Ga-young's monitoring equipment connected and running. The sheets of Hana's original design documentation spread on one side, and on the other side a set of architectural diagrams that had clearly been drawn in the last few hours, precise lines and annotations in Hana's small handwriting and Ga-young's larger, more urgent one."Explain it," Min-joon said, pulling a chair to the table.Hana looked up from the screen in front of her. She was tired in the way that made people more precise rather than less, the tiredness of someone who had been running on focus for so long that focus was the only thing still operating normally."The observer position that Director Woo inserted into the shared consciousness space," she began, organis
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