A black booklet hologram overlays itself above Supervisor Park Minseong’s head.
The hologram, clinging like tar, runs downward, and Supervisor Park Minseong claws at the floor as he thrashes.
Behind that struggling figure, the TV speaks again in its cheerful voice.
[From now on, we’ll tell you which new teachers failed to participate actively in the hangman game.]
Soon, similar scenes repeated themselves all around us.
The problem, the problem was….
[New Teacher Park Minseong, you didn’t guess a single alphabet!]
One existing accumulated punishment.
One for going up onto the platform.
And then…
one for failing to guess an alphabet.
Then,
[3 Punishments Accumulated]
the TV pronounced.
[New Teacher Park Minseong, you have been designated as a target for supplementary instruction.]
[Until you become a perfect teacher of the ■■ Affiliated Kindergarten, you will receive instruction forever in the kindergarten and prepare for its opening.]
The black booklet holograms covering the faces of the people who had failed to guess an alphabet.
Among them, only Park Minseong’s turned bright red.
Then it spread over his entire body.
“■!!”
The scream that came out of the supervisor was eaten away into a strange form.
“Don’■, hel■, ■■■■…!”
A human body rolled across the floor and twisted itself into something horrific.
The contents of the unreadable instruction manual were recited as phrases burst out intermixed with sobbing.
Even so, no one around paid it any attention.
They only glanced at him, then kept their distance as though trying to avoid being connected to it, and waited for the next stage written in the manual.
Namely….
[Thank you for your hard work in today’s mock game! Please return home safely, new teachers!]
Clear confirmed.
“…….”
“Ah, fuck, finally!”
“Move!”
The moment they realized the game was over, the people who were now once again free to swear and run all rushed out of the Play Hall.
Soon, even the employees whose ten-minute punishment training had ended coughed up tar-like holograms, staggered to their feet clutching their foreheads, and limped as they ran.
A few of them even bumped into me.
“Huh?”
“…….”
“What, what is it.”
“…….”
“The door’s only open for thirty minutes, and if you don’t get out now, you’ll be treated as a volunteer too! Ah, shit!”
Then they ran past me.
“…….”
And just like that, I was left alone.
Together with Supervisor Park Minseong, who was writhing on the floor, “contaminated.”
“Good heavens, for my friend to be mistaken as having volunteered for such a stale place! We must leave at once, Mr. Roe Deer!”
“…No.”
“Mr. Roe Deer?”
The game was over.
Which meant….
the rules of this Ghost Story were over too.
‘Even in the worst…