로그인Thinking back on the last ten minutes of nonstop harassment at breakfast, then at the "ghostly love story" before her, Claudia reluctantly realized that staying would accomplish nothing.Watching Bruce and Isolde's display would only deepen her anger. Her face turned pale, and she shot them a furious glare."This is pointless. I'm done." She spat the words, clicked her heels, and strode toward the locked, carved wooden door.Coldly, she spoke into her headset. "Open the door."The lock disengaged from outside, and the door swung open.Claudia stormed out, her expression dark.Inside, Bruce and Isolde remained where they stood. He raised his hand and gently brushed away the powder on her cheek, which had begun to crack and dry. His eyes brimmed with affection, his smile soft and unrestrained.He lowered his gaze to her. "Still playing?"More than half the haunted house remained unexplored. If he stayed with Claudia, the time would drag, dull and tedious. With Isolde beside him,
Bruce's smile deepened until it nearly melted, forming an absurd yet striking contrast with the eerie surroundings and the "ghost bride" in his arms.Claudia watched the bizarre scene. Her lips twitched uncontrollably, and her mind filled with bold, jagged question marks.Had Bruce been scared senseless? Or was he a hidden pervert, the kind who enjoyed this kind of horror aesthetic? He could even hold someone as ugly and terrifying as this "ghost bride" without hesitation?The thought sent a chill down her spine.Seeing his reaction, the female ghost lost interest. She lifted a hand wrapped in white silk and brushed the hair from her face. "How did you recognize me?"Bruce raised his hand and gently pushed aside the messy, sticky wig covering her face. His movements were careful and tender."With this look, I wouldn't even recognize myself in the mirror." The ghost glanced at her terrifying reflection in the bronze mirror, then at Claudia's ashen face. "Even she was scared half t
A sudden change erupted. Behind the canopy bed draped in blood-stained gauze, a white figure appeared out of nowhere and lunged forward.It was a "female ghost" dressed in a bridal gown. The gown was bright white, yet stained throughout with dark brown blood. Her long hair hung loose and covered most of her face, but through the strands, the exposed skin looked unnaturally pale and marked with eerie bluish patterns.Even more horrifying, in the dim light her eyes resembled two black voids, with dark red, bloody tears constantly flowing.Claudia was completely caught off guard."Ah!" she screamed and stumbled back several steps. Her high heel twisted, and she nearly fell, barely managing to steady herself against the wall. Her heart pounded so hard it felt as though it would leap out of her throat.Hadn't she already ordered that no NPCs be placed in this room? Where had this "female ghost" come from? Could it be a real ghost?Still shaken, she panted and stared fixedly at the whi
Claudia stood stiffly, watching Bruce walk several steps ahead. Only then did he turn back. Under the eerie green light, his eyes looked especially cold, and his tone was flat as he spoke. "Why aren't you moving? Don't you know how to run?"Claudia could not respond. A mouthful of blood nearly caught in her throat.How could someone like Bruce be afraid of fake NPCs? He was clearly doing it on purpose, using it as an excuse to keep his distance.She ground her back teeth, anger rising quickly at the thought of being toyed with. 'Fine, Bruce. You win.'She steadied herself and stopped trying to create that kind of low-level contact. Her gaze swept over a carved wooden door ahead. According to the haunted house map she had received earlier, it led to a puzzle room with a "ghost wedding" theme.A plan formed quickly in her mind.She spoke quietly into her earpiece. "Listen carefully. When we enter the ghost wedding room, lock the door from the outside. Even if we solve the puzzle, i
Then Bruce lifted his wrist and checked the time, his expression indifferent. "Since we can't play and time's almost up, let's head back."With that, he turned and walked toward the amusement park's exit."Wait!" Claudia hurried forward and blocked his path. "What's the rush? The park is huge. It's not as if only the rides that need electricity are fun."Her gaze shifted and landed on an entrance not far away, its façade covered with horror posters. A calculating glint flashed in her eyes as her red lips curved upward."Let's go," she said, pointing. "We'll try the haunted house."Whoever was pulling the strings behind the scenes could, if they had the nerve, cut the power in the haunted house as well.The corridors would be pitch-dark and narrow, with a terrifying atmosphere. When the moment came, she could act frightened, lean into Bruce, tug at him, or even "accidentally" hug him, all of which would feel perfectly natural. This setting would be even more effective than rides a
Claudia bit down on her back teeth, irritation building, yet she kept her smile in place. "It's fine. Safety first. Check carefully and take your time fixing it."She maintained the composure expected of a crown princess, then turned to Bruce with a light tone. "Since we can't ride the Ferris wheel for now, let's try something else. The amusement park is huge. There are plenty of attractions."If she used the time well, she could still enjoy several couples' rides with him."Let's go, Bruce." She pointed toward the winding tracks not far away, where screams echoed through the air. "Let's ride the couples' roller coaster."Bruce withdrew his gaze from the frantic group of maintenance workers, a flicker of curiosity passing through his deep eyes.He said nothing. He stepped forward, shifted direction, and walked toward the roller coaster entrance.Claudia let out a quiet breath of relief and hurried after him.However, history repeated itself. Just as Claudia was about to step int
Alan stared fixedly at the young face before him, a face with no blood relation to his own. His chest rose and fell sharply. At last, he closed his eyes.When he opened them again, all warmth had drained away, leaving only cold resolve. He spoke hoarsely. "Send him back to the Carters."Alan would
Everyone's eyes tracked his movement and fixed on the final line of the report.[DNA analysis confirms there is no blood relation between Alan Princeton and Ethan Princeton]The bold black words seared into Alan's retinas like a red-hot brand."H-How could this be? No… No blood relation?" Someone
"Are you even a man, using force on me?" Isolde snorted. "How is this any different from violence, rape, and crime? Or has your charm faded so badly that you need coercion just to prove you are a man?"She did not wait for him to answer. Her words came again, sharp and merciless, slicing straight a
Isolde lounged against the sofa, her posture loose and indolent.A teasing glint flashed in her eyes as she provoked Sandra. "You said it yourself, didn't you? With money and power, nothing is impossible. Fine. I'll just take it easy, let Alan support me, give me money to spend. That doesn't sound







