Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead

As soon as he’d enter the mansion, he would be trapped here for the rest of his life.
Well, unless he’d be able to find the ‘Room of Truth’.

“……”

In the game’s prologue, Dietrich expressed his gratitude for having been welcomed into the mansion, and he did not hesitate to step inside.

However, unlike how he was in the game, Dietrich right now was showing a bit of reluctance.

And it felt like he was suspicious of me.

‘Exactly! That it! Just go and leave right now!’

“…Your Ladyship, I asked how you knew my name.
Would it be possible for you to answer my question first?”

But again, my mouth moved regardless of my will.

“For that, I will let you know if you come in.”

I wasn’t really in the mood to smile, but the corners of my lips went ahead and curled up anyway.

“……”

Instead of coming in, Dietrich was rooted outside the door, and he observed me carefully.

From his reaction, it’s clear that he was mulling over what to do.

Just get out of here! If it’s sus, just scram!

Don’t walk down a thorny path full of hardship for no reason!

“…I’ll come in.”

Yeah, no, not that.

Nevertheless, Dietrich took a step into the mansion as if he had already made up his mind.

And once he was inside, the door slammed shut as if it was waiting for that moment.

At the same time, the violent crackle of lightning and the booming rumble of thunder shook the entire mansion.

The curtains fluttered roughly, the windows shook as if they were about to shatter.

Right then, my body—which felt like a puppet on strings just a moment ago—also loosened.

“I’m inside now.
I’d like to hear your answer, if you please.”

No, wait.
That’s not the problem that needs to be faced right now.

You’re in confinement now.

However, it’s impossible for him to be able to grasp the situation he was in at present.

“…I just knew.”

“Pardon?’

“Your name— I just happened to know.”

The insincere answer made Dietrich’s brows furrow to the center.

But I didn’t feel the need to wrack my brain and make up some excuse.

That’s not what’s important right now.

‘With the way things are going, it’s not like I can answer properly anyway.’

No, the answer was somewhere here.

If we could just find the ‘Room of Truth’.

‘But it’s not going to be easy.’

This mansion had a total of five floors, and the Room of Truth was accessible only after going through all those floors.

Entering the mansion was a simple matter, but going up the floors was a different story.

Dietrich was few to go through the ‘rooms’ of the mansion to find the ‘crushed shards’, and that’s when he’d be able to move forward.

Once he’d find all the crushed shards, a ‘fragment’ would be formed, and it would allow him entry to the next floor.

All of the crushed shards up to the fifth floor would form certain fragments, and once all the fragments were collected, it would become the ‘key’ to open the Room of Truth.

In other words, there were three stages to go through: crushed shard, fragment then key.

“It’s late, so why don’t we turn in for the night? I think it’d be best to prepare for tomorrow.”

“…Excuse me, Your Ladyship.
It’s difficult for me to understand what you mean now.”

“You’ll find out tomorrow anyway.”

Dietrich once again expressed his reluctance.

“Didn’t you say that you’ll explain once I enter the mansion? But all of a sudden, you say it’ll be tomorrow…”

After saying so, Dietrich took a step back.

Then, he turned his head slightly to look through the high windows that were spanning throughout the whole wall, all the way up to the ceiling.

“The rain seems to have stopped,” he noted.

“Yeah, it seems so.”

“It’s enough for me that I had avoided it.
Then, I’ll be on my way.”

“……”

“It was rude of me to enter this place without permission.”

Using the halted rain as an excuse, it’s obvious that he wanted to get away from me.

As Dietrich turned, the candles lit up the dim interior of the mansion, casting a soft orange glow upon his figure.

His rain-soaked clothes were stuck to his body, clearly defining the outline of his solid, muscular features.

I watched his back with pity in my eyes.

Before long, Dietrich arrived at the front door and, with one hand, he reached for the door handle.

Rattle!

However, the only sound that answered was an indication that the door was tightly locked.

“What…”

Dietrich’s eyes shot back at me with a look of disbelief.

‘Oh, I know this scene.’

The fleeting thought passed through my mind—that what I was seeing now was so similar to the prologue.

Then I felt my body freezing up again.

Just like how it was a while ago, when I was compelled to say something against my will.

‘The next line is…’

I knew it by heart because I’ve played through this part countless times.

Firmly determined, Dietrich stomped back to me.

“…Why in the world is the door locked?”

“……”

“…Please explain.”

As I met his purple gaze, which was so full of murderous intent, my mouth spoke on its own.

So, what I was about to say now was absolutely not of my own volition.

“Dear foolish man who entered Lindbergh’s Mansion on your own two feet, I welcome you.
Until you find the ‘Room of Truth’, you shall not be able to leave this place.”

“…What are you talking about?”

“If you wish to leave, go up all the floors and find the ‘Room of Truth’.”

No matter how unreasonable or unbelievable this situation was,

Everything had already been set in stone the moment he took a step into the mansion.

So until he could find the Room of Truth…

“You’re not allowed to leave.”