『… … What is that woman?』

    I never thought I would actually hear those words.

    Even in this situation.

    “Cough…”

    Eunha pressed her finger to her mouth, which had been carved out by the thorn tentacles, and looked at the [Red Woman]’s notice.

    Even though the tentacles were blocking my throat, I was forced to sing, so the condition of my throat was unbelievable.

    My vocal cords burn like they’re on fire, and I cough every time I breathe. However, when you cough, you feel nauseated and thin blood flows out.

    My stomach is bloated due to the blood pooling in my stomach, and I feel like I don’t have to eat dinner today.

    Should this also be called satiety?

    ‘Even if it doesn’t take 3 minutes… As soon as you open the front door, they come in right away. ‘I learned one thing.’

    Cheolpukㅡ. Cheolpukㅡ.

    [The Red Woman] approaches.

    Bright red footprints are engraved on the wooden floor of the living room, and as the footsteps get closer, the body of the female employee hiding in the kitchen becomes round like an insect.

    Eunha raised her upper body from the large bag and also chewed her lips. Because of the reliving trauma, I felt like I would scream ugly if I didn’t bite something. I don’t want to draw the attention of ‘that’ by making noise on purpose.

    Cheolpukㅡ. Cheolpukㅡ.

    And, the [Red Woman] approached hurriedly,

    He squatted down in front of Eunha and was at eye level with her.

    『What is that woman?』

    I ask again.

    Pointing to a self-proclaimed female employee of [Blue Dragon Energy] who was hiding in the kitchen and shivering.

    He taps Eunha on the shoulder with the bloody jigsaw.

    Like counting down. With a steady rhythm.

    Knock… Knock…

    Every time the cold jigsaw touches her collarbone, Eunha’s eyes lose focus and wander somewhere.

    It is the face of someone buried in trauma and ruminating on the fear of death.

    She realized.

    Somehow we were able to deal with the kidnapper, but the problem starts now.

    ‘What should I do now… will I survive if I hide in the bathroom now?’

    I hurriedly summoned the [Red Woman], but I still don’t want to be in pain.

    Eunha looked around to find a way to survive.

    A woman shivering in the kitchen.

    A lump lying on the porch.

    And, the soft one that was tied up and kidnapped by tentacles…

    In the meantime, what I’m saying is, ‘What is that woman?’

    I wonder if he means it sincerely.

    Where on earth do I have to look to make a sound like that come out?

    It would be embarrassing to hear such words from a blood-covered monster that came in from the front door soaking a person.

    ‘Well… okay. Rather, it worked out well. Instead of starting with sawing, you try to have a conversation. ‘I guess I feel better because I’ve already chopped up one guy.’

    If you just keep your mouth shut, you might be able to get through it safely.

    Eunha answered while looking at the jigsaw on her shoulder.

    “…What are you, meddling with me?”

    Tsk!

    I was hit in the chest.

    My hands are sore.

    “Let’s resolve it through dialogue.”

    “say.”

    Tsk!

    “They were strangers. They came suddenly and tried to kidnap me.”

    “really?”

    “It’s true. Were you just fooled?”

    “huh.”

    Tsk!

    We had a conversation.

    Surprisingly, the language makes sense.

    Eunha took out the Juseomjuseom amulet from her pocket and attached it to the [Red Woman]’s arm.

    The [Red Woman]’s body was soaked with blood, so the amulet stuck well.

    Crackling ㅡ.

    The cold is coming.

    White frost is forming on the veranda window, and incontinence like spiderwebs is growing.

    Flower petals, unable to withstand the cold, begin to fall into pieces from the flower pot placed on the table.

    If death had a temperature, would it be like this?

    The lights flicker, making the living room filled with the smell of blood become even darker.

    “what.”

    “gift.”

    『… Add more.』

    Eunha attached a yellow amulet to the [Red Woman] dress.

    Excited. Excited.

    My heart is racing.

    This is because the jigsaw touched my collarbone.

    This is because the moment that jigsaw moves, the familiar pain begins.

    Absolutely… It’s not because the face of the [Red Woman] that I saw for the first time looked surprisingly beautiful and pitiful.

    『… … .』

    “…….”

    The two women looked at each other.

    So close, so close that your breath can touch.

    The act of making eye contact with a strange creature that went beyond common sense was something that made even Eunha, who was somewhat accustomed to the fear of ‘that thing’, feel her heart pound.

    The intimidating feeling of looking up at a huge tree reaching into the sky. It seems to degenerate the viewer’s mind and body into weak and insignificant trash.

    Eunha stared into the eyes of the [Red Woman].

    Everything about this red woman… pitch black eyes.

    This is what it would feel like to look at a painting that was poured with ink on pure white drawing paper, smeared with charcoal on top, wrapped with black insulating tape, and then placed deep down in a dark well.

    (Eyes are the windows that reflect the heart.)

    (Just as they open their hearts and accept each other… the moment their ‘windows’ touch, they will force open the young lady’s window and come in.)

    The feeling of one’s ego disappearing as it is buried in huge resentment.

    It seemed as if I was sinking to the bottom of the dark deep sea… I had the illusion of sleeping in the arms of a cold, warm corpse.

    Eyes meet eyes.

    It’s like mixing paints and becoming one with the [Red Woman]… a strange feeling.

    … … I feel nauseous.

    The [Red Woman] turned her head and avoided the [Red Woman]’s eyes.

    『… … huh?”

    Then, suddenly, I came to my senses.

    『Huh?… What just happened?”

    『… … .』

    As I avoided looking at ‘that’, the five senses that had disappeared suddenly returned.

    I took the breath I had been holding. My heart, which had stopped beating, starts beating.

    The throat that had been torn by the thorny tentacles burned, and the cold feel of the jigsaw touching her collarbone welcomed Eunha.

    Something just… felt strange.

    “Hey…! Why doesn’t it open…! Quick! Please hurry…!”

    thud! thud!

    At that time, a female employee of [Blue Dragon Energy] was heard holding the veranda door and whimpering.

    Eunha looked around.

    … … Has the person hiding in the kitchen already gone there?

    I didn’t notice it at all.

    I think she was planning to sneak away while [Red Woman] focused on Eunha.

    However, the veranda did not open as if it had been welded, and even when I used ‘Body Strengthening’ to hit the window with all my might, there was not a single scratch.

    『… … .』

    The [Red Woman] frowned and looked at the woman.

    Then, the female employee who made eye contact runs away into the bedroom screaming.

    Eunha felt a sense of kinship with the desperate sight of him hiding, unable to even think of fighting back.

    『I was interrupted.』

    “Calm down.”

    『I want to cut it.』

    Has the excitement been broken?

    The [Red Woman] looked somewhat dissatisfied… and began to move the jigsaw placed on Eunha’s shoulder.

    Rather than a female employee making a fuss,

    I plan to saw down the nearby galaxies first.

    Nope!

    “Ahh! Wait! Wait a minute! Kill him first!”

    “why?”

    And the moment the sawing started, Eunha started struggling and hoped it would stop.

    Why is it doing that all of a sudden?

    The [Red Woman] obediently stopped sawing and asked why.

    “Whoa…! Whoa…! No sir… what if I cut it right away!”

    “why.”

    Rustling…

    In response to [Red Woman]’s question, Eunha grabbed her shoulder that had been cut by a jigsaw,

    I put the ziplock bag of salt I had packed earlier in my mouth.

    And… he pointed to the large bag he was in.

    “This is… the bathroom. I’m going to pee here.”

    The [Red Woman] frowned after hearing Eunha’s words.

    Because I heard bullshit.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    1. If someone knocks on the front door of your house.

    First, check outside through the intercom.​

    If you see a woman in a red dress standing in front of the door,

    Please put salt in your mouth and go into the bathroom immediately.

    The front door will open by itself, and ‘it’ will look everywhere for about 10 minutes and then quietly return.

    The above must be completed within 3 minutes.

    ​~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Let’s look back at the rules.

    How to survive [The Red Woman].

    Isn’t it just a matter of putting salt in your mouth and going into the bathroom?

    Where is the bathroom? It is a place to relieve oneself.

    In other words, when you go to the bathroom, that is the bathroom.

    Because of [self-healing], she had almost no secretions, but if she tried, it would come out.

    Eunha decided to put human dignity on the line for a moment.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    1-1. Please don’t close the bathroom door.

    Open the door so I can see you.

    Show us our proof engraved on your little finger.

    However, do not come out of the bathroom.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Crackling…!

    At the same time, Eunha bit her little finger hard.

    The soft skin is torn, and the fishy taste of iron fills the mouth.

    Crack! Crack!

    The sound of biting flesh was heard a few times, and Eunha showed [Red Woman] her bright red little finger, as if it were tied with red thread.

    “Okay, that’s enough now, right?”

    『Crazy bitch.』

    I heard explicit swear words.

    But why? I feel good.

    『This is absurd.』

    “Yeah, what should I do? It’s a portable toilet.”

    『3 minutes have already passed.』

    “You didn’t count today.”

    『… … Tsk.』

    The [Red Woman], speechless, glared at Eunha.

    However, it seemed like he couldn’t think of anything to refute, so he clicked his tongue nervously and stood up.

    『… … “I’m just looking at you this time.”

    “Okay~. Thank you~.”

    and. This works.

    Eunha, who was in a good mood, gently shook her body.

    I feel at peace thinking that I survived.

    This is why people ride roller coasters. This kind of excitement isn’t bad either.

    She waved her hand at the [Red Woman], who was walking sloppily to the bedroom, saying goodbye.

    『… … Just because you sing… doesn’t mean I will come to you.』

    At that time, the [Red Woman], who had turned her back on Eunha, spoke as she passed by.

    An inexplicable affection is felt in the hand gestures of ‘that’ as it touches the yellow amulets that are piled on the dress.

    『Still… I won’t ignore the song you sing.』

    With those words, the [Red Woman] entered the bedroom.

    Soon, screams, tentacles writhing, and the sounds of flesh and bones being ripped apart come from the bedroom like a music box.

    “……Wow.”

    Eunha pondered the words of [Red Woman].

    She tapped her heated cheek for some reason, then entered the large bag and zipped it up.

    What is it? I don’t know.

    I need to take a nap.

    “Aaaah!!!”

    “Yeah. It’ll be over soon. Fighting.”

    I send heartfelt words of support to the sound of a woman’s screams coming from the bedroom.

    Eunha closed her eyes with a complicated mind,

    I waited for [Red Woman] to be finished.

    It’s so comfortable.

    Got a nice bathroom.

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