The Erotica Heroine Trapped in a Horror Game
“So you’ll finally be free to live for yourself.”
She looked at him hopefully, waiting for a sign of mercy.
But the system’s merciless voice echoed again:
[Wish incorrect. Immediate termination.]
Another burst of red.
I was the only one left standing.
Luther slowly stepped closer, his voice low and calm.
“What is your wish?”
On the second day in the horror game, during the “Boss’s Banquet” side quest, I found a photo album in the library.
It tracked a boy’s life—from a babbling infant to a pale, sullen teenager. Luther, just as I’d guessed, had that doll-like, perfect face in the photos. But I noticed something else.