A Nearsighted Girl’s Journey Through a Horror Game
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The coach’s: Finn– Terror: 90
They both turned to stare at me, shocked and confused, as if wondering how on earth I had kept my terror level at zero.
What could I say? The ghosts here were adorable and oddly kind, what was there to be afraid of?
The mechanical voice returned, dripping with amusement.
> 【Players, do you wish to feed the keys and open the Gate to the Otherworld?
> Remember, you only have until midnight. After that, you’ll be trapped here forever.】
Keys? The only one I had was the key to our 30th-floor apartment.
But the locks on the door were all heart-shaped, and that key clearly didn’t fit.