Chapter 1

On the first day I arrived in the horror game, a man in a suit asked what skills I had.

I thought for a whole day and night and said, “I’m good at making burritos.”

The man facepalmed himself, a bit speechless.

But he still gave me a storefront and allowed me to sell burritos.

After handing me the key, he disappeared.

I spent half a day cleaning the shop and then returned to the real world to buy necessities.

After preparing everything, I opened for business when the blood-red moon rose.

Perhaps the place was too remote, as several hours passed and no one came.

I cheered myself up. “Good wine needed no bush. There’s no rush!”

My stomach growled twice at the worst possible moment.

I decided to make a burrito for myself first.

I flattened a flour tortilla on a hot griddle.

Once the aroma wafted out, I started adding ingredients to it before putting the burrito into the oven.

Coincidentally, this shop had everything—griddle, oven, sausage roaster—nothing was missing.

Other than being a bit dusty, it was practically tailor-made for selling burritos.

Could the previous owner have sold burritos too?

I shook my head.

“This is a horror game. I should happy that there aren’t any severed limbs around. How could anyone be selling burritos here?”

Timing it precisely, I skillfully took the burrito out of the oven.

By then, the burrito had been roasted to a sizzling, fragrant perfection.

Wearing gloves, I brushed on the secret sauce and added lettuce.

I took out some beef from the roaster and added them.

I added diced radish and pickled vegetables.

A delicious, fragrant burrito was finished.

But it still felt a bit lacking, so I took out some Tortilla Chips and Salsa.

When I took the first bite, I exclaimed, “Yummy!”

It seemed that I still got it in me.

I enjoyed the food, completely unaware that the aroma drifting out of the shop had attracted a passing entity.

When a pair of embroidered shoes appeared at the entrance, I felt the whole shop grow noticeably colder.

It felt as if the air conditioning had been turned on.

It was actually quite comfortable.

Suddenly, a chilling voice sounded by my ear.

“What are you eating? It smells so nice...”

I subconsciously stood up to greet the customer.

“Welcome! This is the shop’s signature special, the deluxe burrito. Would you like to… uh?”

I looked around but saw no one.

Yet I could clearly feel that someone was standing right in front of me.