*Splash!*
I emerge from the water, accompanied by a small splashing sound.
Even this slight noise ripples out as I cautiously peer around.
*Splash, splash.*
No matter how carefully I move, the sound has been made, so I give up trying to be silent.
Fortunately, the guys chasing me are nowhere to be seen.
Right after fully digesting the dog I killed, I feel something stirring inside me.
Itâs a sensation as if some change is happening within me.
Amidst this unfamiliar feeling, loud noises echo around me.
*Boom! Roar!*
*Woof!*
*Grr!*
I quickly move to avoid the creatures without even understanding whatâs changed within me.
I canât tell if theyâre friends of the guy who just died or if theyâve caught wind of the faint scent of blood, but the roars coming from all directions spur me into motion.
I painfully realize that thereâs no time for leisure in a crisis.
Itâs like one problem after another.
Desperately, I move my sluggish body to escape, but I can hear the enemiesâ shouts wherever I turn.
And itâs crystal clear what that means.
Theyâre clearly targeting me, though I have no idea why.
Noise surrounds me, making it hard to distinguish reality from paranoid delusion.
Lost and confused, I make a choice.
Thereâs nowhere to go but up.
A canal with murky water flowing through it catches my eye.
The thought of plunging into the water with this body is quickly overtaken by the fear of being torn apart if caught.
*Gurgle.
*
I hear the sound of submerging in the water.
Not long after diving, a faint thudding noise echoes from below.
Although I canât estimate how close it is because Iâm underwater, itâs certain that something is approaching.
Luckily, I donât need to breathe, so I crouch tightly until the outside sounds subside.
Crouching in the cold, light-deprived space, I realize the value of solid ground beneath me.
I feel occasional tremors inside me, like a fish swimming in water.
I taste the tang of raw fish, and the thought of consuming it disgusts me.
I miss home.
If I were there, I could have something simple like cup ramen instead of this tasteless meal.
Or maybe even some curry.
At least if I could cook these raw fish here, it would be better⦠No, I donât really want to eat whatâs here in the first place.
Given its inherently bitter taste, it seems unfit for human consumption from the start.
While eating, I consciously turn my gaze away from questioning what Iâm actually consuming.
How long have I been submerged in this misery?
Perhaps because thereâs no need to breathe, I canât gauge how long Iâve been underwater.
I surface only when I hear no sounds.
After confirming itâs safe, I emerge slowly.
I never imagined longing for the damp floor.
I guess everything is relative.
Being cautious as I step outside, I feel a heaviness in my body.
Although my body grew back to its original size after disposing of the wild dog, now I feel an even greater weight.
Lowering my gaze, I see my body filled with water.
As I continue to taste bitterness, I realize Iâm consuming the water within me.
It feels like Iâve turned into a heavily bloated snowman.
Since itâs extremely uncomfortable, I recall the time when I felt disgusted and vomited after eating something for the first time.
Would it be possible to expel it by myself?
But⦠how?
My disgust threshold must have risen, as I donât feel nauseous now.
Itâs absurd to hope for a natural vomiting process.
After brief contemplation, I imagine expelling the âfluidsâ inside my body.
Iâd rather not say what I imagine.
When I come to my senses, the floor is wet, and all the water inside me has drained away.
Itâs only then that I notice the somewhat changed form of my body.
My physique hasnât changed much, but as I approach a brighter spot, I feel strange.
At first, something resembling a human silhouette. Now, I look a bit more human.
â¦The semi-transparent body and bluish hue are still there.
However, thatâs not the important part.
ââ¦?!â
A blurry figure resembling me faintly reflects in the water.
Though Iâm not surprised by the jelly-like texture, the overall form is beyond my expectations.
Itâs difficult to pinpoint exactly what it is, but if I had to define it, it looks close to a girlâs figure.
If asked whether I look human, the answer would be a clear âno,â but I also donât look like an animal.
Because itâs so blurry, itâs hard to make out my facial features. Maybe itâs just a vague face.
Why do I look like this?
Shouldnât I at least look similar to when I had a human body?
I donât know.
Since itâs a situation I canât understand from the beginning, I decided to ignore it for now.
Whatâs important now is figuring out what to do next, right?
There are two options before me.
Although there is no gourmet food, I could roughly get by in a place where there is something to eat.
Or I could somehow find a way outside.
Just like the dogs that fled earlier, this place is never safe.
I canât tell if what lies outside is the world I know or a different one.
But at least seeing a facility like this would make it more likely that itâs my own world out there.
At this point, my options are ultimately limited.
If I have to die, I want to die outside.
I donât want to die in such a nauseating place.
â¦I want to stop eating things I canât even mention.
Deciding to find an exit leading outside, I immediately hit an obstacle.
It seems like following the main passage, excluding the minor corridors, would be the way to go.
But I canât figure out which direction the wild dogs fled.
One side has a presence that scared off the wild dogs.
The other side is probably closer to the exit.
â¦I have to make a choice.
In the end, the entry order had been given.
As the man read the orders, his brow furrowed, and he retrieved a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket.
*Click, flick.*
The flint struck, igniting the cigarette he had taken out, and smoke began to rise.
Taking a deep drag of the smoke, he felt his mind calming down and exhaled a sigh.
Being tasked by his superiors to regain control was something he had already anticipated. Still, he seemed unable to hide his discontent.
âIf they like it so much, why donât they go down there themselves?â
As long as it was a place where people could go, he didnât particularly mind, even if it wasnât a regular place or even somewhat dangerous like a frontier or a mountain pass.
He knew that this job was risky, but with decent money and good benefits, who would have complaints?
â¦He had to sign a somewhat unusual contract, but for people like him, there was no other job like this.
But.
âEntering an anomaly is like signing up to die, isnât it?â
It was a term used to describe places or entities that were difficult to explain by human standards, so the danger would be beyond words.
Outside the work, there was no one to complain to because no one knew about its existence.
Remembering the chaos caused by those ranting about publicizing things, he swallowed a sigh.
âSighâ¦.â
His anger transferred toward the one who had caused him and his team to spiral down, but it didnât last long.
âThat jerk, I almost feel sorry for him. He just did what he was told.â
Since he took responsibility for it and went to this place, he wondered if he would ever see his face again.
Rather than worrying about some ungrateful nerd who might have already turned into a traitor, it seemed more productive to worry about their safety and the teamâs.
Smoking, almost like chewing on the filter, he extinguished his cigarette with an ashtray and then double-checked the command.
Once he filtered out the flowery phrases, the content was quite simple.
Secure the tentative âFused Liquid Monsterâ codename 0746-KR-1.
Necessary equipment to secure it will be provided with utmost effort.
Accordingly, permission is granted to enter the 0015-KR, commonly referred to as the sewer, until the âFused Liquid Monsterâ is secured.
The sender wished for their safety.
After achieving the goal, he was instructed to burn the orders.
If they wished for their safety, they shouldnât have sent them down there in the first place.
They were guys who pushed them here and laughed, saying they wished for their safety, so what could they expect.
The man chuckled at the formally written safety wishes.
âBut whereâs the equipment they promised to provide?â
Folding the order neatly and tucking it into his pocket, he pondered upon the equipment he might get.
Although he said that, he thought that the place where the personnel would be deployed, as per his instructions, was relatively safe compared to elsewhere, so as long as they paid little attention, nothing serious would happen.
Despite being a space that didnât make logical sense.
He mulled over the information about the âsewerâ reported so far.
âJust need to watch out for the big guy.â
With that thought, he called the assistant manager.
For some reason, the paper in his arms felt unusually heavy.