CH 128

To me, that child was…

“You also want to be loved.”

Haeseo Nam was the first to give me love.

I had only wished for another person’s warmth, and since I became human, I prayed for one thing.

I wanted only one thing.

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A method for defeating the urban legend about the mansion with 101 doors appeared.

After going into the doorless room, you could survive if you asked a question to the child that you met in the room. It was ridiculous—if you asked who the child was, the child couldn’t tell you who it was and disappeared with the mansion.

Extra Story – Haeseo Nam

It was a very large mansion.

To talk about the history of the mansion—a bizarre and nasty place made to kill any who wandered its halls—was simple. It was constructed on the commission of a very rich yet unethical person with power and was operated for a small society that supported him.

The more condemnable the action, the secrecy of the group that shared this grew stronger yet. They were no different from their leader and received the help of those who buttered them up. Meanwhile, they entertained themselves by eradicating those who were similar in form to them until they got bored. Afterward, this mansion was passed down to others who supported them and was established as an uncharted paradise on earth.

The wallpapers bore the stench of burning flesh, the basement was filled with pearly white bones, and the rotting blood and other fluids that pooled on the floors were dumped regularly to the ocean. How such a place could be called paradise on earth was probably because those who visited this place felt like they were God.

All life eventually died, and only God knew where one would take their last breath. Those who visited the mansion to amuse themselves could decide the last moments of those trapped in the mansion. Among the guests, there were a few who were frightened because they weren’t used to this kind of hedonistic indulgences, but none of them complained about the wrongfulness of the act nor did they let the world at large know.

After some time passed, people made new toys. They decorated the mansion like any other house and sold it. However, the mansion that already held too many deaths couldn’t become a normal residence. When night fell, the hallways were filled with the cries of the dead, who crawled up from the basement as they wandered around, and those who spent a night at the mansion ran away from the island as soon as daybreak came.

Many claimed something was coming up from the basement, so they suggested installing doors in the middle of each flight of stairs. However, it was useless because the dead climbed up via the walls and the posts. Objects that were organized in place fell to the ground, the lights turned off for no reason, and one would get chills no matter how much they stoked the fireplace.

Eventually, after a few people died on the island, the mansion was permanently closed. The owner of the mansion tried their best to find a way to profit from the building, but only the mortality rose. The mansion was cast away from the map and by people.