Volume 1 - CH 1

Confinement - Day 1

Translated by Valentin

Edited by Valentin

That means that――

(That’s right. This is my room. I’ve only recently moved in, so it’s no surprise that the ceiling is unfamiliar to me.)

1DK with its own bathroom and toilet.

It’s undoubtedly the place I rented.

I knew I was nuts for not noticing this right away.

This is not a normal state of mind.

(I passed out in front of the doorway. She, who lives nearby, happened came upon it and helped me.)

That’s what it is if I think about it calmly.

I return my gaze to the LCD tab.

If I’m not mistaken, it’s been two days since I collapsed.

“Did you look after me?”

“…”

The girl was deafeningly silent.

She was just gazing at me, holding a knife.

It’s insane when I think about it.

If she just wants to help me, she can call an ambulance.

Why could she do such a thing to me?

What in the world am I worth?

“Hey, you――”

A girl approached me as I tried to ask more questions.

“Wait, a second!”

The girl lifts her knife with no time to stop her.

I instinctively closed my eyes.

AhーーIt doesn’t hurt…

Just a cool sensation on my brow.

I opened my eyes with trepidation.

The girl’s slender arm was whiter than her shirt.

The belly of the knife was apparently placed on my brow.

My body tensed up.

I lost my voice.

My lips were frozen altogether, as if they were glued together.

As though the world had come to an end, silence fell.

The only inkling that time had flown was the chilly sweat trickling down my neck. She then puts the belly of the knife on her own forehead in a deliberate, ritualistic gesture.

(What do you want? I don’t get it.)

I don’t feel like asking the girl directly.

For me, not wanting to provoke her, words were now equivalent to explosives that I had to be careful with.

I will not open my mouth carelessly.

I watched her closely.

The girl walked out of the room backwards, like a moonwalker.

In relief, I relaxed my shoulders.

But, my relief was short-lived.

The girl returned to the room, carrying a new weapon in her left hand besides the knife in her right.

Hyun-hyun-hyun!

The true nature of the light, wind-swept sound was――stockings.

However, within it was crammed an item roughly the size of a ragged, diced steak.

It is a bludgeoning weapon commonly known as a sap or blackjack.

By using centrifugal force, even an ineffective woman can achieve sufficient striking force.

No sound, little bloodshed.

It was truly the perfect tool for murder.

“D-don’t come here!”

“…”

I opened my hands and extended them in front of her.

Of course, there was no way anyone would stop at such a deterrent move.

The girl kicked me in the chest whilst holding a knife menacingly in her hand.

I’m compelled to roll onto my back.

Why should a person I’ve barely met once do something like this to me?

Fear reaches a tipping point, transforming into rage and reopening.

“Ahh, right! Good, then! If you’re going to murder me, do it. I’ve already tossed away my manga; I have nothing left!”

I stretched my arms and legs and perched on my haunches.

Pressure on the stomach.

The horseback girl presses her pin-tight stockings on my neck.

I closed my eyes once again.

My neck tightens up.

Apparently, the most common method of suicide is hanging.

Strangulation is probably a better way to die than stabbing and killing.

I felt like if I could just get comfortable with this, it wouldn’t be so bad.

“I-it’s cold!”

I jumped up.

My neck was wrapped in a stocking.

The contents seemed to be a block of ice.

The girl was gone from the room before I knew it.

(… So she’s not gonna kill me? I don’t understand.)

Oh, no.

My body and mind are in chaos, and I can’t think straight.

I’m getting sleepy again.

But even with my current limited thinking abilities, there are certain things I can figure out.

A high school girl has locked me up.

That’s all I know for sure.

The tension caused by fear keeps you awake.

However, this did not last long, as an overpowering physiological urge quickly overpowered the eyelids.