Bailonz Street 13-Chapter 209.2
Shuffle.
The slips each had something written on them.
⓵ 6 BF
⓶ 322
⓷ Recite a nursery rhyme
“What…”
[Now, look at the desk again. You see the whiteboard behind the lottery box, right?]
Everyone’s attention turned to the whiteboard.
Printed sentences were displayed.
After going down to ⓵___BF
and reaching room number ⓶___,
I will ⓷______________.
[If you fill in the blanks on the whiteboard with what you drew, the sentence is complete!]
[And the mission is to carry out exactly what that sentence says. Too easy, right? Haha!]
They filled in the numbers on the whiteboard, and the sentence was completed.
After going down to 6 BF
and reaching room number 322,
I will recite a nursery rhyme.
“……”
“……”
For some reason, the completed sentence gave off a strange, unsettling feeling.
‘Basement?’
At that moment.
[Ah, and of course, there’s an amazing prize waiting for the team with the best mission performance.]
The speaker’s cheerful motivational tone seemed to pick up on the room’s mood.
[You’ll get 100 points, usable just like cash in the employee mall!]
A hundred points?
“May I ask what we can buy with that?”
[Of course! It’s enough to buy a robot vacuum cleaner!]
“Oooh!”
If you could get a robot vacuum cleaner, it must be quite a sum!
The atmosphere brightened noticeably.
Rationality and realism returned to their calculations.
‘Worst case, it’s just a test of courage, right?’
‘There’s no way the company would have us do anything genuinely dangerous.’
Besides, with so many people here and teams of three, there was hardly any room to be scared.
Even if there were some surprise, it had to be something even those who were easily frightened could endure.
The new hires exchanged nods and smiles.
“Excuse me, do we have to take the stairs?”
[Oh, wouldn’t that be too much trouble? You can use any of the currently operating elevators to move. Hahaha!]
[Now, go ahead and form your teams however you like!]
“Yes!”
They talked among themselves, faces flushed with excitement, and reached their hands into the black box to draw their fate.
“Let’s do this!”
“We three will go first. We just take this elevator, right?”
“Let’s go. Basement 6!”
The mood was better than ever.
At least, until thirty-four minutes later, when the elevator doors opened again and revealed only the lower halves of their colleagues.
“Aaaaah!”
“Aaagh!”
And it continued.
Ding.
Ding.
Ding.
Each time the elevator arrived and its doors opened, screams split the air and echoed through the annex lobby.
Screams. Terror. Panic.
The elevators, arriving one after another, were filled with ‘what used to be bodies,’ each in a different state.
Horrors no one would have imagined encountering in real life. Blood, filth, pieces of viscera, sometimes ash or ice, and even scraps of skin covered with dense writing in pen.
There were even employees who, using their own blood, scrawled bizarre phrases or patterns on the elevator mirrors before dying of blood loss.
“Uuaaagh!!!”
Those who managed to return alive were in no condition to speak.
“We have to run! Run! Run!”
“I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry for knocking on the door, I’m so sorry…”
Some mumbled in a daze.
Then, finally, a few who were still lucid appeared.
“Th, This person is okay!”
“……”
“What on earth happened?! What is this?!”
A new hire, using the corpse of a colleague as a shield in front of the elevator doors, spoke with a deathly pale face.
“There’s someone there.”
Down in the basement where they’d gone, behind the door—
“Someone? Who?! Who’s there?!”
……
“A… A strange employee.”
And then survivors’ accounts came pouring out.
When the elevator doors opened, what was revealed was a cold, desolate corridor in the basement.
The many iron doors there, and the strange markings found only on the door they were assigned to. The sounds, the smell of blood, the light that came from just that door…
And the scene glimpsed through the small hole above the room number plate.
An employee.
“They were wearing an employee uniform… but it was weird. Really weird…”
A child in a lab coat. One with an oxygen tank. One holding a bunch of balloons. One with a cowboy hat and wooden hands. One wearing a lion dance mask…
The descriptions of those bizarre appearances made everyone’s blood run cold.
And then—
“I-It responded.”
“…!”
“It reacted to what we did! It ch-chased after us, and then… like that!”
Heads turned toward the elevator doors, now filled with body parts.
“……”
“……”
The new hires realized.
This ‘do as the sentence says’ mission.
It was basically a suicide act straight out of a horror movie.
They had been swept up into an unreal catastrophe.
“No!”
About half of the new hires, those who hadn’t yet gone down to do their mission, looked at each other in terror, then bolted for the main entrance.
But the annex’s only door was already sealed.
People clung to the door where the shutter had come down.
“Please let us out!”
“M-My phone doesn’t work. What do we do?”
“This… This has to be some kind of prank show. Y-Yeah, there must be cameras somewhere…”
“Please open the door! Please, I’m begging you!”
Bang, bang, bang!
Even when they pounded on the door until their fists bled, there was no response.
A few new hires caught on to another method of communication.
“The speakers!”
They all rushed over to the speakers that had broadcast ‘Section Chief Kwak Jaekang’s’ voice, begging for help, pleading in fear.
But…
[(Beep-) No attendant available. Automated response system activated.]
Section Chief Kwak Jaekang’s voice could no longer be heard from the speakers.
Instead, a recorded, cheerful voice played on loop.
[The main entrance will open once all participants have attempted the mission. In 30 seconds, any attempt to force the shutter will result in death by security protocol.]
[Orientation participants, keep your spirits up!]
Bee-bee-bee-beep— beep!
“Aaaagh!”
Two employees who tried to break the shutter had their heads burst open.
And then, they died.
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