The Obsessive Maniac Is Trying To Confine Me - Chapter 124

“Ugh!”

 

I opened my eyes.

 

“Hah! Hah, hah!”

 

I must have thought that I died the moment I strangled.

 

It didn’t hurt or suffocate, but the feeling of choking was still in my memory.

 

<Die! Die! Die!>

 

The voice of a woman who had been shouting with a voice full of evil seemed to echo.

 

I couldn’t shake off that moment.

 

The woman who looked just like me, with Rose’s face.

 

She killed me

 

‘Who the hell she is?’

 

The moment I thought of that woman, I felt like I was choking again, so I could not continue my worries.

 

I felt like I was still in that situation, and for a while it frantically wiped my neck.

 

After repeating dozens of times, I finally came to my senses.

 

‘I’m alive.’

 

I’m alive.

 

At that time, I thought I was going to die.

 

I felt relieved to be alive.

 

And as I put my hands on the floor to calm myself down, I grabbed a comforting blanket.

 

‘Huh?’

 

I hurriedly looked around.

 

“What’s this…”

 

The modern interior, painted in black and white, was something I had never seen in the place where I was possessed.

 

What’s this…

 

Tick tock.

 

A clock was heard from somewhere.

 

When I turned my head, I saw the watch on the bedside table.

 

I reached out and picked up the watch.

 

The clock was written in English.

 

“Isn’t this a famous overseas brand watch?”

 

It’s something I’ve never seen in the place where I was possessed.

 

Don’t tell me.

 

I’m back?

 

Is this Korean?

 

‘Then where is this room?’

In Korea, shouldn’t I wake up in my room?

 

It’s my first time seeing it.

 

I rolled up the blanket to get up.

 

And as I turned my foot to the side of the bed, a cold, sharp sensation grabbed my ankle.

 

Something is hanging on my foot.

 

When I was startled and quickly removed the blanket…

 

“What is this…”

 

I found the shackles.

 

Exactly, there were shackles on my ankles.

 

Shackles?

 

I blankly put my hand on my ankle.

 

I put my finger in the little gap between the ankle and the shackles and tried to pull it.

But the shackles didn’t budge.

 

“…….”

 

I could see where the long chains of shackles were attached to my feet, and they were fixed to the wall next to the bed.

 

“Am I crazy.”

 

What’s going on with this now?

 

My mind was confused.

 

Let’s calm down the situation for a moment.

 

1. I was strangled by a woman with the same face as Rosie and lost consciousness. No, I would have died if I remembered that at the time I was suffocating and distant.

 

I felt confused already, but I kept thinking.

 

2. The place where I woke up after I died is in modern times, but it seems to be Korean. But it’s an unknown place.

 

3. Besides, my ankles have shackles…

 

At this point, I have no idea where it went wrong.

 

‘Who the hell is that woman?’

 

The body I possessed is Rose’s, so why did the same face appear and suddenly kill me?

 

And here it is…

 

As the question continued to stay in place like a repeat sign, I stood up from my seat shaking my head.

 

I don’t know how long the chain is…

 

First I have to look inside the room.

 

There might be a clue to sort out the crazy situation that’s happening.

 

Clank—

 

As I moved away from the bed, the chain moved with it.

I didn’t go far and started looking at the side table next to me.

 

Is there anything to come out of this?

 

However, as if betraying my expectations, the drawers in the side table were empty.

 

When there was nothing, I turned to look elsewhere.

 

At that moment, my reflection in the mirror above the dressing table not far away caught my eye.

 

Not Rose, but me in Korea.

 

I approached the vanity mirror as if possessed.

 

Black hair down to the waist and black eyes.

 

I’m not as beautiful as Rose, but I’ve heard a lot of people say that I’m pretty.

 

The cat’s face was slightly similar to that of Rose.

 

I couldn’t take my eyes off of my reflection in the mirror.

 

‘Why do I look older?’

 

Also, my hair was longer. Overall, I was a lot more mature than what I remembered.

 

I feel like 5 years older than before.

 

I couldn’t easily get out of the shock.

 

“What the hell is this…”

 

I was possessed and had various questions.

 

What was I like in Korea? But oddly enough, those questions evaporated easily.

 

Was this the result of squeezing it down with one thought that there would be no going back?

 

Why did I come back here in the first place?

 

I can come back when I die?

 

“Haa…”

 

It feels like a long space has been opened up inside of me.

 

As I was looking into the mirror, I remembered the words of a woman with the same face as Rose before she died, whispering to me with a creepy smile.

 

<See you again.>

 

I can’t believe I’ll see you again….

 

It’s as if she knew I wasn’t going to die.

 

I came back to Korea and how…

 

Click.

 

Then I heard a sound from the other side.

 

Suddenly, the accompaniment of the song began, and a gloomy rhythm pounded the room.

 

Crawl into the swamp of despair.

 

I know that mud, gloomy, despair awaits.

 

But I go in

 

It’s okay to fall off a cliff.

 

It’s okay to be buried in thorns.

 

Even if my whole body is cut off…

 

Suddenly the song…?

 

When I asked where I was hearing it, there was an old radio in the far corner.

 

I went over there and picked up the radio.

 

And I breathed in surprise.

 

The only thing I have in an unfamiliar room.

 

It was still hazy as if my memories of Korea had disappeared, but I remembered the radio as soon as I saw it.

 

‘My mother used it….’

 

And I begged her to give me this as a birthday present.

 

Why is this here?

 

But, of course, the radio did not answer my questions.

 

The song just flowed non-stop.

 

I said it was a familiar song, but it was an idol song that I listened to until I got tired of it a few years ago.

 

Maybe it was number 1 on the popular charts?

 

‘The name of this song is…’

 

At that time, the lyrics of the song flowed out.

 

I don’t mind dying.

If only you could save me.

 

“Saver.”

 

It was such a title.

 

It was a really weird song in this situation.

 

I frowned and pressed the button to turn the song off.

 

But the radio did not turn off and continued to chatter.

 

‘Is it broken?’

 

Why it’s not turn off

 

A loud noise disturbed my concentration, and I pressed the button in an annoyed sequence.

 

Even if the sky falls and the earth crumbles

I’m your only savior

Even after years that no one can count

Only I will save you

 

The lyrics of the song continued to flow.

 

I stopped trying to turn off the radio and listened blankly to the sound.

 

I seemed to remember that I had forgotten something.

 

<I’ll save you, senior.>

 

The memories that had been closed for a long time in the distant past seemed to break the glass curtain and the memories would come to mind one by one.

 

I had a headache.

 

“My head hurts…”

 

Seriously, my head felt like it was going to explode. My vision was blurry and I felt nauseous.

 

“Ugh…”

 

My body, unable to overcome the headache, could not stand it and stumbled.

 

I hurriedly grabbed the dressing table.

 

I grabbed my head and tried to support my body.

 

Gradually my vision became blurred. A hazy figure appeared in front of me as I sat down.

 

‘A picture?’

 

A frame I hadn’t seen before caught my eye.

 

But I couldn’t see it all and just fell down.

 

*****

 

It had only been a few days since I came to the North, but so much had happened.

 

That too in a bad way.

 

Argen has lost what it has long been waiting for.

 

“… Rosie.”

 

He muttered the name of the one who was already dead.

 

Argen loved beautiful things.

 

But it wasn’t like that from the beginning.

 

Argen sought perfection.

 

It wasn’t like that in the first place either.

 

It is said that when he was a child, he had an indelible ugly scar on his face, which he can’t even remember.

 

His parents hated Argen.

 

However, on the other hand, they could not forgive the flaws of the successor of the Marquis, so they searched for someone who could remove the scars.

 

Did their hard work pay off?

 

Argen succeeded in erasing the large scar marks on his face.

 

But if you gain something, there is a price to pay.

 

Instead of wiping the scar on his face, he got a curse.

 

In a society of nobility, curses are unclean. A number that should never exist.

 

Argen’s parents searched for a way to break his curse, which resulted in an oracle.

 

<You are not cursed because of that scar.>

<All of this is because of a transcendent existence.>

<So, if you find ‘that’ transcendent, won’t the curse be lifted?>

 

Those who heard the oracle interpreted it together in the same way.

 

Transcendent existence.

 

Is there anything more than the Transcendent?

 

The curse that eats my body is because of the Transcendent.

 

As long as you find the Transcendent, you will not be left alone. As the years went by, the hatred only grew.

 

It was a long-standing hatred.

 

However, despite finding that transcendent, his curse showed no sign of being lifted.

 

Why?

 

At that moment, a presence came into Argen’s eyes.

 

The maid approached him with her pink hair fluttering. From that point on, it became easier to endure his curse. Perhaps the solution to this curse is…

 

“It’s useless now…”

 

She died

 

In an unexpected way.

 

By midnight he couldn’t lie in bed and stood by the window.

 

He remained there while the moon hidden in the clouds revealed and hid again.

 

After a while, Argen moved.

 

He also didn’t know where his steps were headed.

 

After a while, his footsteps arrived in front of the room where Rosie’s body was, for some unknown reason.

 

A few hours ago, Baron Sablen had arrived in a hurry to the North.

 

She will take Rosie’s body.

 

So there’s no point in staying in a place like this…

 

Argen’s tongue clenched and he tried to turn away.

 

Kyaa! in the room If only I hadn’t heard that sound.

 

I was looking at the door to see if I heard something wrong, but I heard a voice from inside again.

 

Argen’s expression, who was quietly watching the room, hardened.

 

He reached out and immediately opened the door.

 

And he witnessed the rare sight of the corpse coming to life and crawling out of the coffin.