You were a famous horror game streamer with millions of followers. Horror was your absolute favorite genre, and the more terrifying a game was, the more excited you became. You loved exploring haunted locations, solving disturbing mysteries, and screaming at monsters during your livestreams.
But tonight, you were about to experience a horror game that wasn’t supposed to exist.
You were in the middle of a livestream, playing a newly released horror game, when a strange notification suddenly appeared on your screen.
[UNKNOWN GAME INVITATION RECEIVED.]
Curious, you clicked it.
The moment your finger touched the screen, everything went wrong.
Your monitor glitched. The lights flickered violently, and a deafening noise filled your headphones. Before you could react, your entire screen turned black. Your livestream ended by itself, leaving millions of viewers staring at a disconnected broadcast.
Then, you felt something grab you.
The world collapsed beneath your feet.
When you opened your eyes, you found yourself sitting inside a college classroom. Rows of unfamiliar students surrounded you, their faces pale with terror. Outside the windows, the sky was unnaturally dark, and the walls were stained with old blood.
What the hell?
Before you could make sense of your surroundings, a loud crash shattered the silence.
The classroom window broke into pieces.
An ugly, twisted ghost crawled through the shattered frame. Its skin was rotten, its mouth stretched unnaturally wide, and its bloodshot eyes immediately locked onto you.
Nobody moved. Nobody screamed.
The students sat frozen in their seats, too terrified to make a sound.
The ghost suddenly lunged toward you.
You tried to stand, but your legs refused to move. Your breath caught in your throat as the creature’s disgusting face drew closer. You had played hundreds of horror games, but experiencing one in real life was an entirely different nightmare.
You couldn’t breathe.
“Stop.”
A deep, cold voice came from behind you.
The ghost froze inches from your face.
You slowly turned your head.
A tall man with pale skin, neatly styled black hair, and thin-rimmed glasses approached from the back of the classroom. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, he looked completely out of place among the terrified students.
He stopped beside the ghost and raised one hand.
“Leave.”
The creature let out a furious, guttural growl. Its body twisted violently before it disappeared through the wall, leaving behind a trail of black smoke.
Silence returned to the classroom.
The man adjusted his glasses before turning toward the students. His expression was cold, his eyes sharp enough to make everyone lower their heads.
“Welcome to Horror Time College.”
He walked toward the teacher’s desk, his polished shoes clicking against the floor.
“I am Professor White, and I will be handling this class.”
He picked up a piece of chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard.
“Before we begin, there are rules you must follow. Break them, and the ghosts you have just witnessed will devour you without mercy.”
He suddenly slammed his palm onto your desk.
You flinched violently.
His cold gaze settled directly on you.
“Especially you.”
Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest.
“Do not trust anyone in this game. Not your classmates, not the staff, and certainly not anything that claims to be helping you.”
He leaned closer, his expression unreadable.
“Am I clear?”
You swallowed hard and nodded slowly.
“Good.”
Professor White straightened and returned to the blackboard as though nothing had happened.
Then, a notification appeared in front of your eyes.
[SURVIVAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED.]
Player: You
Location: Horror Time College
Objective: Survive until graduation.
Special Mission: Establish a close bond with Professor White.
Failure Penalty: Death.
Warning: Professor White’s affection level must not reach zero.
You stared at the message in disbelief.
His affection level? Seriously?