Host, Please Be Honest! What Exactly Are You?

What happened then?

Angzen had more and more ominous throats brooding in his mind.

[Tuesday the 19th.

If anyone should see this, I hope they don't take me as mad for what I'm about to speak of is entirely true.]

The handwriting was shaky, with splatters of blood sprinkled on the page.

Angzen immediately had the illusion of a young man in his 20s or early 30s, writing with shaky hands and deep lines of worry on his face.

His writing would go either underneath or over the writing lines on the diary.

And as the words progressed into paragraphs, the letters also grew fat and uneven, as though the man was rushing to complete the journal before getting discovered.

p But from who? His wife?

Angzen didn't think so.

Earlier, the man, though respectful of his wife, didn't show any signs of being afraid of her in his writing.

Then... Who was coming for him?

A strange thought passed through Angzen's body like an electric shock.

No~~~

It can't be, can it?

Angzen's body went limp with an overwhelming feeling of losing control.

'I just hope I'm wrong.' He thought, continuing to read the man's shaky words.

[My son did it all... Today started like a normal day. The sun was up, my neighbors were jolly, and the town was bubbling as it usually did.

But by late morning, I returned from work to spend my break at home. But upon arrival, I saw something I'm afraid I will never forget...]

The words here were dampened as though from the man's tears.

Angzen had never connected so much with a book as he did this diary. He could feel the pain emitting from the man. And the writing was even shakier than before.

[Martha... Martha... My son killed Martha! I walked into our bedroom, only to see my wife's body lying on the bloodied carpet. Her eyes were dim and wide open. A single look, and I knew she died in shock. Her own son of 4 months old had killed her.

I regret it. It's all my fault.

I should've killed the boy the moment I realized his difference. If I had done this, Martha would still be alive!

I wanted to scream and mourn, wishing to take her body away. But my feet refused to obey my thoughts.

I'm such a coward! I hate myself for being so weak.

I covered my hands with my mouth, too scared to scream upon seeing my son arched down, eating the insides of my wife's body.

The monster tore a hole in her chest, eating her intestines and heart to its content.

In the end, the strange noises I heard from behind me caused me to make a run here.]

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Angzen seemed to have seen the scene of a man covered in the front and the back.

The man probably wanted to slowly walk away and flee. But he said he heard strange noises from his back.

Something must have been moving to attack him from the walkway out of the room.

And with the creature at his front, eating his wife's body, his only option would've been to rush to his office on the left to hide.

In the end, the man seemed to have been trapped here. But if this was true, where was the man now?

Additionally, they didn't see any blood on the carpet when they entered the room. So was all this just the man's imagination?

Wrong!

Angzen didn't feel so...especially after seeing the bloody page. But... But why did the blood drip like a boose bleed?

And what exactly happened in this house?

A thousand questions prowled through his mind the more he read.

[I don't have much time! They're scratching on the doors. And I feel my body going weaker and weaker by the second.

My office window won't budge no matter how hard I try to open it. I tried to wave and call for help from those passing by. But no one seemed to see me as though I were invisible.

As I stared out the window, I seemed to have seen a thick fog hovering above my home.

And as the fog grew heavier and heavier, the strange sounds also grew louder.

The fog... it's spreading out to the entire town! I can hear screams and wails from outside. The fog has killed us all.]

The more the man wrote, the fainter the pressure applied in writing.

Angzen could feel the man's weakness emitting from his written words.

And sure enough, he was right.

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[They're coming for me... I don't have much time. If anyone sees this, call for help... The secret lies in the--...]

Cut off!

The words cut off there.

The man probably rushed to hide the journal in the nick of time before whatever was there took him away.

... F***!

A chill went up Angzen's spine.

And with a shaky and unsteady voice, he couldn't help asking the unanswered.

"Is he dead?"

--Silence--

Everyone looked at the dairy in utter silence.

Dear heavens!!!

Angzen held his head in despair when thinking of it all.

Who knew that a trip to his home village would be so deadly?

Sure. This student of his could handle 1 or 2 ghosts.

But what about such a dangerous creature? And didn't you hear the man? He said there were many others too!

For the town to be this desolate meant they were large in number. So how can he pin his hopes on this one student to clean them all up?

Angzen's brain went into emergency mode the tighter his grip on Chan-ki's clothes.

"Go back... We have to go back!"

Dorian closed the book very gently, as though not disturbed by whatever was happening around them. "Go back? We can't."

"Why???!!!"

Angzen's thorny voice released his seriousness.

Why?

He looked at Dorian with open eyes and a widened mouth, wanting to know what the hell he was talking about.

Why can't they go back?

"Because we just can't," Chan-ki replied, pushing back the few fallen strands of hair hovering over his face.

"Mr. Angzen. If you haven't noticed, cars can only drive into the town but not leave. So it's not that we don't want to go, but that whatever is here refuses for us to leave."

Boom!

Chan-ki's words made Angzen's legs turn into noodles.

Trapped... They were trapped in here with those monsters!!

Regret filled his mind, wondering why he didn't notice the fog's weirdness before entering the town.

You have to know that from the highway, no one would feel it weird.

From the highway, the fog appeared way less thin than its true thickness, only giving one a feeling that it should be so.

With the higher position of High Peak Town, no one would bat an eye, feeling but to be nature's doing.

But who would've known it was all wrong?

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Dorian stared at the window.

And with his face facing the duo, no one knew what he thought... Especially Angzen.

However, how could Angzen have known that the moment this student of his turned around, a slight smile formed on his face?

Well, it's true that whatever trapped them here prevented them from fleeing.

But..." Dorian's eyes thinned playfully. "Who said he wanted to leave?"

The system shivered from its space.

Its host is doing it again.

Whenever it saw this particular expression on its host's face, it felt the urge to hide underneath anything in its space.

The system felt that it was not that its host was trapped here with these creatures... but that they were trapped here with the host!

With a nonexistent blanket over its head, it hid underneath its nonexistent bed.

Shiver. Shiver.

Scary... Scary...

Its host is too scary like this.

As for other people driving in, its host had thrown an illusion formation at the roads before reaching the foggy paths.

For this, he threw a single gold coin out the window onto the road.

And in no time, a blue circular ball shot out, costing the entire road and even some of the regions besides the road.

Anyone who tries driving up will see several signs of road work and fake illusionary beings telling them to go back.

It was all an illusion. But, like Cinderella's glass slippers, it also had a deadline.

By 6 A.M, the coin its host had thrown would melt away, and the illusion broken.

That's why its host must round things up before them.

As for the fear that the creatures would flee when its host takes action, one also need not worry because just like the case with the illusionary coin, its host had sent paper men out the vehicle way before they entered the foggy paths.

That's right.

Those paper men had scattered about, circling the entire town from a broader perimeter.

They didn't get too close to the regions where the fog began, not wanting to startle the enemy.

Creating and distance, the formation was set up by them.

And with energy Dorian injected into them, they too should be usable until 6 A.M.

As for how its host would use them, the system didn't know.

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Everyone was immersed in their own thoughts when suddenly, something they heard faint noises from within the house.

F***!

Angzen only felt his armpit drenched in sweat.

"What was that?"

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