I thought I had seen wrong.
But no matter how many times I looked again, nothing changed.
The “crazy person” left behind in Group Y’s quarters, Y491, was… Assistant Manager Jin Nasol.
She lay on the floor in a complete mess, dressed in shabby work clothes.
‘What in the world happened to her?’
I instinctively lowered myself and began examining her condition more closely.
‘……The more I look, the worse it gets.’
The longer I looked, the more I could only groan.
I recalled Assistant Manager Jin Nasol as I had met her when I was a new employee.
Remembering how immaculate she had looked, as though not even a single drop of blood would come from her, the sight of her now—with her hair in total disarray, looking like a ruined recluse or a wild woman—was almost frightening.
And her hands, covered in broken nails, scars, and calluses.
‘Where her dedicated equipment used to be….’
The place where her perfectly refined, dazzling nail attachments, endowed with powerful abilities, had once been was now a wreck. The contrast left me speechless.
And… her eyes.
‘…They’re unfocused.’
Assistant Manager Jin Nasol looked as though she had lost her reason, or even as though she were possessed.
Even the way she lay there, muttering something under her breath like a person whose soul had left her body.
“…….”
Why was an assistant manager from headquarters’ elite team here in this state?
In a place like this, where they supposedly lured in debtors and gamblers and forced them to work?
‘It’s strange to simply conclude that this is… contamination.’
Even when I recalled the records in the in which Jin Nasol had appeared, there had never been any particular description of how she ended up.
But she was not someone who would be abandoned while contaminated and drift all the way down to…