Summary
I am an NPC in a horror game.
Despite my beauty, I am far too weak to be anything more than background dressing.
When the newest batch of Players arrived, I waited expectantly for the anomalies to slaughter them.
Instead, a stream of bullet chat messages flickered across my vision.
[Our silly little Babygirl is still smiling like an idiot. These three Players are absolute savages. They’re dungeon-breakers who love to ravage the local Babygirls, heehee…]
My heart skipped a beat. Belatedly, I noticed the three pairs of eyes fixed on me-lecherous, morbid, and hungry.
But it was already too late. I was already trapped between them.