The 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.

1
“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.

2
Every room had the same setup: one NPC and one player.
The players in 402 and 403 were more compliant. Despite their fear, they obediently took their injections. I was in a great mood, humming a little tune as I kicked open the door to Room 404.
But the scene inside froze the smile on my face.
The NPC from Room 404…
He was a heap of mangled flesh on the floor, his limbs twisted at unnatural angles. He’d been cold for a while.
And the one responsible, the male player from this room, was sitting calmly on the bed. His long, wicked dark eyes watched me, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.
“Time for my injection, little nurse?” a low, magnetic voice drawled, laced with amusement.
A shiver ran down my spine, my vision swimming with black spots.
This was a real pro. Vicious. He’d killed his NPC roommate on the very first day. What if he decided to kill me, too?
The hand holding the syringe trembled. My legs felt like jelly as I inched toward the man on the bed, my eyes catching the name on his patient file.
Kael—Severe Mania. Extremely Dangerous.
“Sleeve up, please,” I managed, trying to sound calm.
Kael arched an eyebrow, studying me for a moment before obediently rolling up the sleeve of his striped uniform. The motion revealed a well-defined forearm, veins coiling just beneath the skin. My knees nearly buckled again. He could probably snap my neck with one hand.
But what choice did I have? I was a nurse in this asylum. If I refused to administer medication, the system would erase me.
Steeling myself, I took out the syringe and placed one hand on his forearm.
It was scorching hot.
Was this a normal human temperature? Had Kael merged with some kind of mutated creature in this instance?
“Something wrong, little nurse?” the man’s teasing voice floated down from above.
I tried to ignore the heat radiating from him, a heat that felt like it could melt me. Swallowing hard, I said, “Nothing.”
I tried to push the needle into his skin.
But his arm was as hard as a rock. The needle bent, unable to pierce his flesh. Had he merged with some kind of golem?
My vision went dark again. “Mr. Kael, could you please relax your arm a bit? It’s too hard, I can’t get it in!”
He raised an eyebrow, his tone deliberately playful. “Hard, you say?”
I nodded frantically. “Yes!”
At that, Kael’s arm relaxed slightly. The needle finally broke the skin, and I completed the injection. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, nearly collapsing in relief.

3
But my relief was short-lived.
A pair of long, powerful hands clamped around the nape of my neck, yanking me backward. My back slammed against Kael’s chest. His searing heat and the forceful, rapid beat of his heart pressed through my uniform, practically fusing us together.
The burn made me want to scream, and my face went pale with terror.
So, he was done playing games. He was going to kill me.
For a player of his level, killing an NPC like me was no different from crushing an ant. A fierce will to live surged through me. Trembling, I held out a small, pink, item-class hair tie, my voice cracking. “Mr. Kael, this is for you. Please don’t kill me. I’ll tell you how to clear the instance.”
[Nurse’s Hair Tie: A hair tie often used by the pretty but clueless nurse. When equipped, increases Strength by 20%.]
Kael’s smile was full of meaning. “A nice little toy.”
He released me, though he seemed reluctant to do so, and pocketed the hair tie. “The clue. Now.”
Having escaped death, I slumped to the floor, my head bowed. “There’s an exit in the morgue,” I mumbled.

4
Hearing this, a sarcastic smile touched Kael’s lips. His sharp eyes bore into me as if they could see right through my lie. “Alright then,” he said lazily. “Lead the way, little nurse.”
My heart skipped a beat.
I can’t go there. The whole thing was a lie. The morgue was a death trap. I’d die if I went!
I feigned composure and backed away slowly. “I can’t. I have other patients to attend to.”
I kept retreating until my back hit a chest as cold and unyielding as stone.
A large hand clamped around my waist, trapping me in a firm embrace. A voice, laced with a chilling warning, spoke from behind me. “Lead the way.”
Oh god, I’m actually going to cry. When did someone else get in the room? I didn’t hear a thing…
Kael clicked his tongue, annoyance flickering in his eyes as he looked at the man behind me. “Zane, don’t scare her.”
The man behind me grunted, his grip on my waist loosening slightly. But it still hurt!
I gritted my teeth, my mind racing with plans to lure both of these bastards into the morgue and let the monsters tear them apart.
“Little nurse, if you’d be so kind.” Kael rose and stood before me. His tall, nearly six-foot-three frame completely overshadowed me. With Zane behind me and Kael in front, I was perfectly boxed in.
Sob.
It seemed I didn’t have a choice after all.

5
Kael was on my left, Zane on my right.
I was wedged between two men, one radiating a feverish heat, the other an icy chill. The faint scent of blood filled my nostrils, and my body was stiff with terror.
Ding. The elevator doors opened.
Before us, the entire second basement level was the morgue. Under the eerie, flickering lights, countless figures lay shrouded in white sheets. I swallowed hard, my voice trembling with nerves.
“Gentlemen… we’re here. The clue to leaving is inside. Can I go now?”
Kael crossed his arms, looking down at me. “You sure there are no traps in there, little nurse?”
My heart stuttered. I shook my head frantically. “It’s just a morgue full of bodies. There’s no danger!” The more I spoke, the less I believed it myself. This was a horror instance. How could the morgue not be dangerous?
Kael’s smile widened.
Zane remained silent, his dark, inscrutable eyes fixed on me, revealing nothing.
Just when I thought my lie was exposed, the two men exchanged a look and, without hesitation, stepped out of the elevator and into the gloomy morgue.
I slammed the “close door” button.
In the final second before the doors slid shut, the bodies in the morgue shot upright, ripping off their white sheets. A chorus of bloodcurdling shrieks filled the air as they swarmed toward Kael and Zane.
Kael glanced back, a cold smirk on his lips. His voice was a chilling whisper. “See you tomorrow, little nurse.”

6
Hehe.
See you tomorrow? Yeah, right. See you in hell.
I’d heard from other NPCs that the monsters in the morgue weren’t particularly strong, but they carried a corpse toxin. Once infected, even the most powerful players would succumb to the poison within half an hour.
The thought of my sacrificed hair tie made me clench my teeth. I rubbed my bruised waist and pressed the button for the fifth floor.
I’d just helped the Director get rid of two powerful players and lost a valuable item in the process. He owed me some compensation, at the very least.

7
I’d heard the Director of this asylum used to be a player himself. He’d apparently taken out the final boss in a mutual kill and somehow became the new Director.
I couldn’t care less about his backstory. I reached the fifth floor and knocked on the Director’s office door.
“Director, it’s Sherry.”
A few seconds later, the door clicked open on its own.
A small smile played on my lips as I pushed it open and walked in. The light in the office was a cold, dim white. The Director, wearing a half-mask, sat on a black leather sofa. His long legs were crossed, and his pale, slender fingers tapped a rhythmic beat on the armrest.
“What is it?” His voice was raspy, and the eyes behind the mask were as cold as a snake’s.
I ignored his intimidating aura and scurried over, sinking to the floor by his feet. I hugged his leg and pouted. “Director, Sherry helped you get rid of two very difficult players, and I lost my favorite hair tie doing it.”
The Director’s cold gaze fell to my neck. He reached out, his pale fingertips tracing a line across my skin. “Did they touch you?”
I pouted and nodded. This was practically a workplace injury! The thought of the poor NPC from Room 404, who’d been torn apart by Kael, sent a shiver down my spine. I had almost suffered the same fate.
Clinging tighter to the Director’s leg, I started to wail, my voice syrupy sweet. “Director, sir! Sherry was almost killed by those players! You have to give me a raise, or at least a better item!”
I was convinced my charm was irresistible.
But the Director just sat there on his sofa, his narrowed eyes studying me, completely unmoved.
My act deflated instantly.
My brain kicked into gear, and I suddenly remembered what another NPC once told me: the Director had been a deeply devoted man in his past life. He had died trying to save his girlfriend.
Oh god, how could I have forgotten? My memory was getting worse and worse. I’d forgotten my entire human life, and now I was forgetting that the Director had a girlfriend?
I scrambled to my feet, letting go of his leg. “I’m so sorry, Director! I’ll go clean the wards right now!”
He grunted and handed me a set of clothes. “This is your compensation.”
[Pink Nurse Uniform: A new outfit from the Director! Wear it to create an empathetic link with him! Simply put, when you’re in danger, the Director will feel it too~]
My eyes widened as I stared at the uniform in my hands. The description was… misleading. An empathetic link with the Director? As far as I knew, countless NPCs and players had died at his hands. I wouldn’t dare share sensations with a psycho like him, not for a million bucks.
My mouth twitched. After a moment of hesitation, I held the pink uniform back out to him. “Director, I don’t think this item is very useful for me. Could I maybe swap it for something else?”
He stared at me, his dark eyes unreadable. “Go change into it.”
Huh? Is he serious?
I looked down at the thin, pink fabric in my hands, utterly bewildered.
Sensing my reluctance, the Director’s lips thinned. “It’s a new item I acquired. I need someone to test its effects.”
Oh. So I was just a guinea pig.
I managed a weak nod and went into the adjacent break room to change.

8
“Director, it’s a little… tight.”
I stepped out of the break room, pouting as I tugged uncomfortably at the fabric straining against my chest. This damn uniform was suffocating me.
The Director’s eyes narrowed, his gaze lingering on me. The knuckles of his hand, clenched on the armrest, were white. He was probably feeling the tightness too, thanks to this stupid item.
After a long moment, his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Come here,” he rasped.
He gestured for me to sit next to him. I tugged at my uniform again and sat down with a pout. “Director, when can I take this off? Your item is going to kill me.”
He slowly opened a drawer and produced a small, thin whip.
“Lie down,” he said, his voice methodical.
Excuse me?
What did he mean?
Seeing my stunned expression, he explained, “We can only share sensations when you’re hurt.”
In other words, I had to feel pain… for him to feel it too.
He… he was going to hit me?!
In that instant, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. I remembered how, when he first took over, he’d slaughtered every NPC in the asylum who dared to defy him. Merciless, dark, twisted—those words were made for him.
If I didn’t do as he said, he would probably kill me, too.
Sigh. Fine. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to survive.
With a sense of grim resignation, I draped myself over the black leather sofa. “Go ahead, Director,” I said, my voice mournful. “But please, don’t hit me too hard. If you kill me, you’ll never find another little nurse as obedient as me.”
With my back to him, I didn’t see the corner of his mouth lift into a smirk.
The whip landed on my rear with a sting that was more surprising than painful. Then I heard his voice, strained and hoarse with some hidden emotion.
“My name is Lysander.”

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