Chapter 1: Where is this place?

A certain management room of the Lobotomy Corporation.

The manager was in serious contemplation in front of three types of documents.

‘What kind of company is this?’

The company the manager joined, ‘Lobotomy,’ is a company that produces energy through monsters, commonly known as ‘Abnormalities.’

But the selection of the ‘Abnormality’ to manage is only based on an identification code and a single line of description.

It doesn’t make sense, but there’s nothing to be done since that’s the company’s policy.

‘Ugh…’

The manager, sighing, picked up the first document.

T-04-50
[ If you feel a stomachache and a sensation of an itchy neck, the only thing you can do is to look at the blue sky that you can’t see again. ]

‘This is a bit…’

The description of the Abnormality is chilling.

It seems to be a type related to insects… It’s best to avoid these.

It’s disgusting enough with the Spider Bud!

With a face scrunched up, the manager picked up the next document.

T-05-51
[ Many hands float in the bathtub. They are the hands of the people we loved. ]

‘This is insane.’

It’s surprising that it can be so chilling with just one line of description.

Maybe it’s because they failed miserably in the previous Abnormality selection, so they seem to be overreacting.

But if another ‘nothing’ comes out this time…

“…”

It’s terrifying just to imagine.

The manager, praying that at least the last Abnormality would be normal, picked up the third document.

O-01-39
[ He was a traveler, a pioneer, and a prophet, but at the same time, he was nothing. ]

” …Looks like there are no other options. “

Still, the last Abnormality’s description isn’t bad.

The manager wiped the cold sweat and sent up the third document.

My head feels like it’s going to split.

‘Ugh…’

It seems like I drank too much yesterday.

I should have stopped when my friend told me to stop drinking.

It seems like it’s still the middle of the night outside. It’s too dark to see in front of me.

‘I should make some honey water to drink…’

• Click.

…?

Something’s strange.

My arms won’t move.

• Clank. Clatter.

Listening to the sound, I can hear the sound of metal clashing every time I move my arms.

More than metal… it feels closer to chains.

What is going on?

Did that guy tie me up as a prank? Even when I put some strength on it, it doesn’t come loose, as if it was tied up more strongly than I thought.

‘Ah, seriously… Did he tie me up tightly because of the drunken stupor?’

I opened my mouth to ask my friend, who must still be at my house, for help.

“Ump..? “

…No, I tried to. My mouth is also blocked by something, so my voice won’t come out.

‘What is going on?!’

It seemed strange to be my friend’s mischievous prank.

The vision is not obscured because it’s dark outside, but rather, my eyes are covered by something similar to an eye patch.

The only fortunate thing is that my ears aren’t blocked.

…No, what’s fortunate about that?

This is a complete disaster!

While I was in a panic, I heard the sound of a door opening from somewhere.

[ Employee Lewis, please perform Insight work on Abnormality O-01-39. ]

Along with the phrase I’ve heard somewhere many times.