The answer to my solution was right under my nose.
The more I thought about it, the more likely it felt that this was the missing piece to my ga.
And yet...
I desperately wanted to be wrong.
"I feel like puking already."
Taking a deep breath, I stood up and walked towards the door of the room, opening slightly and peeking my head out.
There was no one outside. The office space lights were off, leaving everything subrged in an oppressive darkness. The silence felt heavy, stifling the air. Clearly, everyone had already gone ho, and when I checked the ti, I realized it was already 1:07 a.m.
....I was the only one left at the Guild.
"Hoo."
I took a deep breath and looked back at my desk.
My lips quivered as I tried my best to think of other ways to solve my situation, but the more my thoughts lingered over the solution I had found, the more I felt that it was the only way for to move forward.
"....Alright."
Every part of wanted to refuse the situation.
To look for another solution.
However, I didn't have the luxury to think of another solution. This felt like the most likely solution, and I had no other choice but to commit to it.
It was just that...
"I might die."
Indeed, there was a very real chance that my actions could lead to my own death.
And yet...
Remaining passive would also lead to my own death.
I had no other option but to go through with my plan. At the very least, this was better than just waiting for an inevitable death.
"There are a few things that I need, first."
I stepped out of the 'office' and into the Field Agent area, weaving my way through the cubicles, the shadows seeming to stretch and shift with every corner I turned. The eerie emptiness made the space feel like it was closing in on .
"Here."
Eventually, I found what I had been looking for.
"This should do."
It was a long and thick rope.
I pulled it a couple of tis to make sure it was durable enough. It was only after a couple of tries that I nodded in satisfaction.
"...Okay."
Though I felt a little guilty for taking the rope, I planned to return it later. Even at a glance, I could tell this was no ordinary rope.
This was probably what the field agents took with them during their gate missions.
"This place sure does look creepy at night."
The silence alone was unsettling, but what truly disturbed was the absence of anyone in such a vast, empty space. The stillness made it feel like the entire building was sohow... growing. Expanding, as if it were alive.
The longer I stayed, the more uneasy I beca.
Once I'd gathered everything I needed, I hurried back to my office.
Click!
I locked the door behind , the tallic click echoing louder than it should have. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for what was to co.
"...Here goes nothing."
I pushed the table away from the chair and placed my hand over the light switch. Taking a few deep breaths, I turned off the light.
Click.
My hands tingled as the darkness swallowed from all sides.
Turning on my phone, I made my way towards my seat and sat down. After which, I opened the recording device on my phone and set the recording to last for five minutes.
"...This should be enough ti."
I took a nervous breath while setting the phone down.
The plan was simple.
I planned on recording the conductor's music in order to then attempt to use the soundtrack for the ga.
This was the solution that I had co up with after a lot of thinking.
Thinking back to the cab ride a few days ago, it hit —if I could channel that music and weave it into the ga, I could create sothing truly remarkable.
The thought made my heart race, but at the sa ti, it was incredibly risky.
Not only was I unsure if I could record the effects of the music onto my phone, but I was also unsure if I could even survive the entire ordeal. It was for this reason that I set a five-minute ti limit.
That would be enough for to work on the ga.
"Okay, I think I'm ready."
I glanced down at my wrist and pressed on my arm.
A cold wind swept past as a dark figure appeared before . I quickly handed it the ropes I'd gathered just monts earlier and rested both hands on the armrests of the chair.
"Tie up and make sure I can't harm myself."
The shadow obeyed without question, moving silently to my side and securing the ropes around each of my wrists and ankles.
By the ti it was finished, I gave a few tentative tugs—but quickly realized I could barely move my body at all.
It was very secure.
'...Okay, this way I don't have to be afraid of harming myself.'
I still felt chills recalling the scenes from the first scenario.
Lowering my head, I stared at the phone resting on the armrest. With a few swipes, I connected the music app to my computer. At the sa ti, I chose a song that lasted for approximately five minutes while turning off the 'continue play' feature.
The phone was like the last source of light in the dark room.
It felt like the only thing keeping grounded and in place.
"Everything is ready..."
I licked my lips while shifting my attention towards the Nightwalker. A part of was scared it might affect it as well. If that were the case, recalling it now was the safest choice.
And so I did.
The silence deepened, thickening in the air until it felt suffocating.
"....."
I looked at my phone and took a deep breath. Then, after what felt like an eternity, I pressed play and started the recording.
Ting, Ting—
It wasn't long before the music started playing.
The lody from the song I was so familiar with reached my ears as I sat in silence, my limbs bound to the chair.
I was waiting.
Waiting for the inevitable shift that only occurred when I was present.
The wait felt like an eternity, each second stretching into what felt like hours. It was scarier than death itself, knowing that sothing was coming, but never knowing when.
But then—
Tiiii—!
It ca.
The inevitable shift.
...And the start of my five-minute-long nightmare.
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