Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Chapter 136

Do You Know What It Feels Like to Die of Dried Blood?

The term refers to the agony of slowly burning out, physically and mentally, until the body gives out entirely.

That’s exactly what we’re experiencing right now.

The feeling of your blood running dry.

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For three days.

Trapped in a ghost story, gripped by the terror of imminent death, waiting for a team that never arrives, unable to sleep or eat properly—this is what the human body goes through.

Do you know?

After three straight days without proper rest, a person starts to lose their ability to think rationally.

Taking turns sleeping an hour at a time in the second-floor food court doesn’t help much. The constant fear of death resets our nerves to high alert every single hour.

This is the perfect recipe for madness.

And it’s worse when your companion is a teenager experiencing their first ghost story.

“Hic! W-where are we going now...?”

“...It’s 56 minutes past. Time to move.”

...on the upper floors.

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But we were at our limit now.

The student I’m responsible for is out of stamina, both physically and mentally.

Even filling his stomach with water from the food court dispensers wasn’t enough anymore.

If this continued, in another two days, he’d be desperate enough to eat rats or cockroaches.

Though honestly, he might not even make it that far before something goes horribly wrong.

Right now, we were getting up every hour to move around, including bathroom breaks. But if one of us fell asleep or collapsed, throwing off that cycle...

That would be the end.

We’d run into an employee.

Maybe a worker “taking orders” in the food court or “cleaning” the bathrooms.

Escorted outside. Processed as missing.

That’s all that would remain of us—a single line in an exploration log.

The thought sent a sick, icy shiver down my spine.

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