Chapter 67: CUT. Chainsaw Blues (2)

“Yeoreum… I’m back~!”

Yuna, who had returned from grocery shopping, opened the door and greeted cheerfully.

Yeoreum should have greeted her back with ‘Welcome back, Master,’ but there was no response.

The house was eerily quiet, like it was submerged in water.

“Yeoreum… Yeoreum?”

She called his name. There was no answer.

The smile on her pale face faded. She forgot to take off her shoes and went inside.

The house was empty.

He wasn’t on the bed. He wasn’t in the bathroom. He wasn’t in the room. He wasn’t behind the pile of DVDs. Yeoreum was nowhere to be found.

Even though she saw it with her own eyes, she couldn’t understand what was happening.

Then, Yuna felt a shock like being hit on the back of the head with a shotgun.

“…He ran away…”

Yeoreum had broken his leash (hypnosis) and fled far away.

Realizing this, her legs gave out. She collapsed to the floor.

A whirlpool of emotions swirled inside her chest. Insane anxiety, sadness, despair, anger.

But Yuna stood up again.

She clenched her fists and her eyes gleamed like a mad person.

She stormed out the front door. She had to find Yeoreum as quickly as possible.

He couldn’t have gone far.

Yuna’s guess was correct.

Yeoreum hadn’t gone far. He was on the campus grounds in front of their house.

Sweating profusely, he was running hard.

“…Damn.”

Even as he moved his feet, the runaway kept looking back.

He was afraid the crazy woman, like a ghost, might be chasing him.

The campus was more of a stopover than a destination.

There was only one reason he came here.

To steal the president’s car.

The president always left the car keys on the club room table.

He had to steal them.

He had to drive away as far as possible. To a place where Yuna’s reach couldn’t touch…

Yeoreum ran like a supporting character who would be killed in a horror movie in three minutes.

He reached the building in front of the club room.

But he saw a bloodstain. Did someone have a nosebleed?

But the amount of blood was too much for a nosebleed.

The bloodstains stretched up the stairs and stopped in front of the club room door.

With trembling hands, he opened the door to the club room.

“……”

The first thing that caught his eye was the pool of blood on the floor.

Perhaps calling it a sea of blood would be more appropriate. It seemed like a red wave would crash if the wind blew.

On top of the pool lay a severed head. Shiny silver hair was visible.

It was the narrator’s head. What kind of event had led to this beheading?

Suddenly, the narrator’s closed eyes snapped open.

Yeoreum was startled.

“G-gah!”

“…You.”

The severed head spoke. It was a nightmarish sight.

“Please… help me…”

“H-how are you alive…?”

“I’m a witch.”

He remembered Ishikawa Reiko from the videotape.

She had been attacked by a teddy bear and shot in the shoulder, but she had recovered perfectly in a few days.

Is tenacious vitality a characteristic of witches?

He cautiously squatted down in front of the severed head.

“Who did this?”

“The Director…”

“The Director?”

“There’s no time to explain. Please find my body. If you find it within an hour, it can be reattached. If not, I will die…”

The narrator spoke weakly.

But Yeoreum was not a man to be swayed by sympathy.

“I’m not a man who has the leisure to do good deeds for you.”

“It’s not just for me, it’s for you too. If you keep me alive, I will surely be an asset to you.”

“…”

“You have to return home, don’t you?”

It made sense when he thought about it.

To return home, he needed the narrator.

Yeoreum grabbed the crowbar lying on the workbench.

Before leaving the club room, he asked the narrator one last question.

“Who cut your neck?”

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Raei  Translations
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“Sh*t!”

The professor shouted.

“In Pasolini’s ‘Salo, or the 120 Days of Sodom’, there is dung. Of course, it’s not real. You can’t make actors eat actual dung. This fake dung was made from chocolate cream.”

A photo appeared on the screen attached to the lecture hall wall. It was a still cut from ‘Salo, or the 120 Days of Sodom’.

The students grimaced. The professor continued.

“If you microwave chewing gum, it makes excellent alien slime. This technique was used in ‘The Thing’. Even in this era full of VFX (visual effects), BFX (budget effects) are essential knowledge. Especially for novice directors taking their first steps.”

The lecture title was ‘Understanding Film Production’.

Today was the day for group project presentations, showcasing the pitiful results of cooperation that was barely there.

The project goal was BFX production.

To see the adorable skills of undergraduates, the professor called Group 1.

All eyes were on the group members who stood up.

The most eye-catching was a strange person wearing an owl mask and holding a chainsaw.

The uneasy group members whispered to the leader.

“Excuse me, team leader. That person in the owl mask isn’t part of our group.”

“I’ve never seen him before either, but let’s just include him. The person in charge of making fake entrails hasn’t shown up yet. They said they’d be a bit late…”

“Isn’t that the guy whose phone breaks down on every meeting day? He didn’t even show up for today’s presentation.”

“There’s nothing we can do. He said his grandmother passed away.”

“That’s the seventh time his grandmother has died.”

“He must be digging her up and killing her again whenever he needs to.”

“Damn it, his grandmother isn’t some kind of zombie… Let’s just finish the presentation and end this painful group project.”

The five members of Group 1 gathered in front of the lecture hall.

The team leader raised his stiff left arm. His real left arm was hidden in the sleeve, and he held a crude hand model made of rubber.

“This is a forearm made from a rubber glove. I’ll demonstrate a cut.”

Suddenly, the owl head started the chainsaw.

It swung and neatly cut off the team leader’s right arm.

“Aaaaargh!!!”

Instead of the fake left arm, the real right arm was severed.

Blood spurted out in a gush.

The professor’s eyes widened.

“Oh my…!!”

“Aaah, aaah!!! Aaaaaaaaagh!!!!”

“Such high-level makeup…!”

The professor marveled.

The team leader, with no time to explain the situation, could only scream and writhe in pain.

Seeing the team leader wriggling on the ground like a live fish, the professor clapped.

“You even prepared acting! Excellent, truly excellent!!”

The incredibly realistic severed effect and method acting.

The undergraduate students seated also gave a round of applause.

The professor picked up the severed arm from the floor.

“The weight and feel are no different from a real arm! Look at this detailed severed surface!! It’s as if it was just cut with a real chainsaw!”

Of course, it was just cut with a real chainsaw.

Blood gushed out.

The bewildered group members whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan…?

The owl head, pressing down on the chest of the fallen team leader, raised the chainsaw high.

The fierce engine noise. The roughly spinning chain blade slowly descended.

“S-s-s-save me!!!”

The team leader screamed. The professor and the other students only admired. The blade did not stop.

Rrrr-r-r-r-r— The chainsaw cut through the team leader’s waist in one go.

The spine was severed, separating the upper body from the lower body. Intestines spilled out.

Startled, the team members rushed over in a panic.

“Lea… leader…! When did you prepare something like this without us knowing?!”

“We trusted you, leader! This is an A+ for sure~!!”

“Thank you, leader! I’ll never forget this favor…!”

They fussed.

But the dead did not speak. Only blood gushed from his gaping mouth.

The owl head swung the chainsaw at the team members.

Limbs were severed one after another. When he split heads in half, brains splattered out.

He swung the blade diagonally, slicing bodies into an X shape.

As the victim collapsed, the X-shaped cut opened wide, revealing all the internal organs.

Thus, Group 1 was dismembered.

The professor was soaked in blood and flesh. From head to toe, he was drenched in red.

“I can’t believe the quality! This surpasses the level of amateurs! You could go straight to Hollywood!!”

The professor felt both awe and thrill.

Amid the heap of intestines and bone fragments, he found the severed hand of the team leader.

Grabbing the still-warm hand, he shook it.

“I’ll give you all A+!”

Suddenly, the lecture hall door opened.

A young man in a black suit hurried in and stood at the front.

Seeing the team leader’s dismembered upper body, the young man made a tearful face and clasped his hands together.

“I’m sorry I’m late, leader! My grandmother really passed away today!”

Once again, the dead did not speak.

The latecomer turned his head to survey the massacre.

“Wow, I can’t believe our team prepared this thoroughly! You’re going to include my name, right? Right, leader?!”

The owl head approached. The latecomer asked him.

“By the way… who are you…?”

“I’m the one who’s going to reunite you with your grandmother.”

The chainsaw thrust forward.

Thwack- The blade pierced the latecomer’s torso, and also impaled the professor standing behind him.

The blade skewered both of them. They were human shish kebabs.

Lifting the two impaled figures high, the owl head raised the chainsaw.

“Ugh… it really feels like a chainsaw… It hurts like hell…!!!”

The professor, suspended in the air, screamed.

The owl head swung the chainsaw forcefully.

The human shish kebabs shattered into pieces in midair.

Fragments of intestines and limbs flew everywhere, splattering even the seats where the students were sitting.

Screams echoed in the blood-soaked lecture hall.

The students finally realized that what they were witnessing was not a group project presentation.

They all stood up at once and ran.

The owl head, the Director, slowly approached with the chainsaw.

A killer never rushes.

Just as the last student ran out, someone else entered the lecture hall.

It was a tall woman, panting heavily.

“Yeoreum…?!”

It was Yuna.

Instead of the Yeoreum she was desperately searching for, she encountered the Director.

“I didn’t expect the heroine to appear here.”

“Who… who are you?”

“Don’t interfere. Move.”

The blood-soaked chainsaw seemed ready to lunge at any moment if she didn’t move.

Yuna cautiously stepped back.

Once she had enough distance, she charged straight at the Director.

She jumped and rammed her knee into the middle of the owl mask.

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