Chapter 429 - 348: Untitled
Wen Ying found a rock and sat down, gazing at the scene before her.
The other human survivors had clearly seen Wen Ying as well.
However, they all had their own groups and didn’t approach her.
Instead, they shot her wary glances, but then they seemed to receive some kind of order and all departed.
Wen Ying sat there alone, watching. She didn’t know... ’Where did all the patients go?’
’Did the head nurse get away without dying?’
’Why hasn’t she shown up? Where did she go?’
’And what about those old men she’d seen, including the cafeteria staff?’
They had all vanished.
Wen Ying took out the two pieces of paper. One contained a suicide note.
The suicide note was written by the director’s son. Back then, the boy was still alive, but his parents’ constant fighting had taken a toll on his mental health, causing him to lose his passion for life. It was around that time that he noticed Sayia—the very same Sayia who was bullied by all the other children.
He had bullied Sayia, too, but later found it dull and eventually even started helping her.
The turning point came the year his parents divorced. His mother left for good, and his father, who had merely been putting on an act before, completely transformed into a monster. The boy didn’t know what his father had done to Sayia, but she became terrified of the light and of everyone around her.
Everyone called his father a monster. He didn’t believe it at first, but then he personally witnessed his father devour someone who had said as much.
After that, his father began to lose his humanity.
Day after day, unable to bear the pressure, he deliberately sought out Sayia.
Just as he’d expected, Sayia, now a monster in everyone’s eyes, couldn’t control her urges and devoured him.
He was finally free, which was why he had left this suicide note.
He hated his father. He felt guilty about what he’d done to Sayia, for he had used her.
He hated this orphanage that his father had twisted into a mental asylum. His wish was to destroy this sick institution, and for his father to die...
Destroy it all—this whole deformed mess!
He wanted to apologize to Sayia, to tell her he was sorry.
Wen Ying had completed the first task from the note, but it seemed she hadn’t completed the one about apologizing to Sayia.
But then, new words had unexpectedly appeared. They explained that although Wen Ying hadn’t completed the second task, she had saved Sayia’s soul, allowing her to feel warmth and see the ray of light that pierced through the darkness.
After she finished reading, the suicide note transformed, becoming a key that fell into her palm.
The key wasn’t large and looked almost like a piece of jewelry.
It was rather pretty, so Wen Ying strung it and wore it around her neck.
After the mental asylum vanished, the thick fog that had blanketed the outside world began to dissipate, revealing the true sky.
Wen Ying got up and walked toward the spot where she remembered little Sayia’s room had been. It was now buried under massive boulders.
But Wen Ying reached out and began to move the rocks, one by one.
After more than an hour, Wen Ying finally found traces of where little Sayia had lived. The soft marshmallows were still in their wrappers.
Sayia hadn’t had a chance to eat them. She hadn’t even taken them with her.
The other snacks, like cookies, had been crushed to dust by the building’s collapse.
Sweat soaked Wen Ying’s bangs, trickling down her cheeks, but she seemed not to notice.
The familiar wrappers lying in the dust were a painful sight.
’Why didn’t you eat them before you left, you silly girl.’
’She loved food so much. I wonder if she’s hungry now.’
’But I’ll never have the chance to give her food again.’
For the first time, Wen Ying felt she owed someone a debt—and not just any debt, but the debt of her life.
It was the first time she had ever felt this way since arriving in this world.
In the past, she had believed that being free and unattached meant she could protect herself just fine. Later, she had become strong enough to protect those around her.
But this time, showing up at the mental asylum had been simply because of the mission and the fog.
Though she sometimes felt pity and compassion for the people and other figures she met in the asylum, Wen Ying had always mentally sorted everyone into different camps.
In everyone’s eyes, this was likely just a game—a horror game about the mist.
Whether she got immersed in the experience or treated them all as NPCs, she had never imagined a moment like this.
The one who had saved her was gone forever, and the two of them would never have a chance to meet again.
This debt would forever remain buried in the depths of her heart, becoming a lifelong regret.
’I have to get stronger. Stronger still!’
’If I become strong enough to fight all the monsters, even Demons... maybe then I can live without regrets?’
"Liger..."