A Nearsighted Girl’s Journey Through a Horror Game

Because I couldn’t see clearly, I couldn’t outrun anyone, so I had to wait until everyone else picked their rooms.

In the end, only the thirtieth floor was left for me.

Since I was practically blind, the live chat went off again:

【She’s so dead. Everyone knows the higher the floor, the stronger the boss.】

【Especially the thirtieth floor—it’s all top-level bosses. They call it the House of Death.】

When I reached the thirtieth floor, I looked around. Honestly, it didn’t seem that different from a normal apartment. The only differences were the stronger smell of blood, the red walls, the cold air, and the dim lights.

Besides, it was a huge apartment, and supposedly, the “family” I’d always dreamed of having was waiting inside.

You have to understand, in real life I’m not only severely nearsighted, but also an orphan and broke on top of that!

I walked straight to the door, raised my hand, banged on it hard, and yelled, “Open up! Baby, I’m home! If you don’t open the door, I’m gonna starve to death out here!”

The live chat exploded.

【Is she trying to die? Every other player either knocks politely or just waits outside until the ghost’s in a good mood.】

【I’m done watching this brainless idiot. Switching to Elaine’s stream.】

【No, keep watching! I wanna see how she dies.】

But they just didn’t get how my brain worked.

If this was a role-playing scenario, and the goal was to live as family, then the key was to act natural.

Who on earth comes home and politely knocks, saying, “Excuse me, is anyone home? Could you please open the door?”

After a moment, the door creaked open. A chill swept over me, and I let out a relaxed sigh.

Wow! Free air-conditioning. Perfect for summer.

When I looked down, I saw a small red figure.

Even with my blurry vision, I could make out two swaying pigtails. It looked like a little girl in a red dress.

She grinned eerily and suddenly lunged at me, her icy hands clamping around my neck.

I instinctively pulled her into my arms. Feeling the damp fabric of her dress, I scolded, “You can’t wear wet clothes, sweetheart! Take it off, I’ll find you something dry.”

Then I caught a whiff of something metallic and frowned.

“Wait… are you bleeding? Where’s the first aid kit? I’ll patch you up.”

The live chat was losing its mind, frustrated beyond belief.

【Lady, open your damn eyes! That’s one of the bosses from the House of Death! That “wet red dress” isn’t wet!! It’s soaked in the blood of her victims!】

【And that smell of blood? It’s not because she’s hurt. It’s because her dress is covered in pieces of the players she’s killed.】

【Just wait till the other one gets home. She’s a goner for sure.】

Unfortunately, I couldn’t see any of that. Still holding the little girl in my arms, I walked into the apartment and gently took off her red dress. From her pretty pink princess room, I found a clean white one and helped her put it on.

The small, icy hands gripping my neck slowly loosened.

Sensing her confusion, I picked up a warm towel, leaned closer, and carefully wiped the blood off her face.

Only then did I see her clearly. A sweet little girl, maybe six or seven, with big eyes and soft cheeks.

Smiling, I pointed at my cheek. “Family’s supposed to help each other out, right? But shouldn’t you give me a kiss to say thanks?”

The little girl fidgeted with the hem of her white dress, hesitated for a moment, then shyly leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on my face with a soft smack before darting back.