Fear.
Terror.
Those emotions, once familiar to me, were showing themselves in the words of the twin from the Happy Ending sect.
I cannot feel them now, but because I know what they feel like, the shock of that realization makes my mood sink as though cooling endlessly….
‘They’re afraid of Name-nim.’
So that is why they are acting like that, trying to placate the wiki writers?
The Happy Ending sect itself?
[My, but merely placating someone is what amateurs do! A true entertainer must have a vision of their own.]
But because of that, it feels even more desperate.
The desperation of being forced to do something one does not want to do.
And the more horrific that thing is, the more so.
Pressed down by an uncertain and malevolent divine existence, struggling so that they alone might escape that malice.
‘…Who is even supposed to be at fault for this?’
If, to begin with, this worldview turned out this way because the wiki writers wrote it that way—no, but if you look at it like that, then the Ghost Story creators also merely wrote stories.
Who in the world ever thinks that the Ghost Story they wrote truly exists?
How should this situation be received, and how should one act?
Splash, splash.
Even in the midst of all that, the sound of human bodies dropping into the alcoholic liquid continues without pause.
The initiates of the Happy Ending sect, contaminated by the Ghost Story, line up and leap into the alcohol.
A mad scene.
“Now then, let’s make liquor!”
The one playing the role of the older twin sister had, at…