Di ruang kerja yang redup itu, Lee Jaheon menegakkan kepalanya. Di ambang pintu, lengan terlipat di dada, berdiri Eun Haje. Wajahnya tampak lelah dan hampa. "Tolong hentikan sekarang, Pak." "Berapa kali lagi mau melakukan wawancara seperti ini? Bahkan para direktur sudah kehilangan minat." Eun Haje melangkah masuk ke dalam kantor. Matanya menyapu kursi kosong itu, seolah sekali lagi mengonfirmasi bahwa rekan yang dulu duduk di sana memang benar-benar sudah tiada. Yang tersisa hanya satu kalimat di laporan resmi: Dinyatakan meninggal dunia sejak 2 Januari. "Sudah sebulan." "Setelah sebulan tanpa kabar, kadang kita harus tahu kapan harus menyerah. ...Nulis laporan nggak akan menghidupkan orang mati." "Dan data Dust Kolektor akhirnya menandai statusnya sebagai meninggal terkofirmasi." Rekam data Dust Kolektor telah mengonfirmasi erangan dan gumaman singkat si karyawan yang hilang, seperti, 'Benarkah?' Disimpulkan secara bermakna bahwa hal ini merupakan bagian dari gejala psikotik yang teramati di Tamra Express, sebuah anomali gelap yang terjadi selama penugasan regu elit. Proyeksi statistik memperkirakan probabilitas kontaminasi dalam atau kematian bagi karyawan yang bersangkutan melebihi 80%. Selain itu, sesuai protokol, jika Dust Kolektor dikembalikan dan tidak ada perkembangan signifikan yang dilaporkan dalam 30 hari, karyawan tersebut akan secara otomatis dinyatakan meninggal dalam sistem. Dengan kata lain, perkara ini sudah tuntas. "...Ia sudah ditambahkan ke daftar peutusan hari ini, Kepala Seksi." Supervisor Kim Soleum (Kontrak kerja diakhiri karena meninggal.) ...Sampai tahap itu, kematian biasanya sudah pasti. Asisten Manajer Eun Haje mengusap wajahnya sebelum berbicara lagi. "...Perusahaan tidak akan [menemukan novel lebih lanjut di NovelHub – gerbangmu ke cerita tak berujung]. Anda tahu bagaimana. Kita tidak membuang-buang uang dan waktu untuk orang mati." Semua pencarian dan peninjauan ulang itu hanya disetujui karena Kim Soleum adalah karyawan yang luar biasa dan berbakat. Tapi tidak ada manual yang merinci apa yang memicu Kegelapan Tamra Express, dan anomali itu belum terjadi ulang satu kali pun selama sebulan terakhir. "Apakah masih ada gunanya mengatur semua ini? Bukan berarti Anda tidak pernah mempertimbangkan untuk berhenti, kan?" Apakah iaaksudkan bahwa masih ada gunanya? Atau bahwa ia memang sudah mempertimbangkan untuk berhenti? "Apa alasanmu?" "Karena Supervisor Kim Soleum tidak mati." Mata Eun Haje melebar. Lee Jaheon bukan tipe orang yang menggantung harapan secara buta. Yang artinya—ia sungguh percaya hal ini. Dan Lee Jaheon bukan orang yang percaya sesuatu tanpa alasan. Yang artinya—ia punya bukti. "M-Mengapa kau berpikir begitu?!" Lee Jaheon mengingat sesuatu. Insiden yang tampak tidak berkaitan, di penghujung tahun lalu. – Tolong rawat ini ya. Sebelum masuk ke Kegelapan, Kim Soleum menitipkan sesuatu padanya selama setengah hari. – Ya Tuhan. Kamu benar-benar menitipkan ini ke pedang bodoh tanpa imajinasi seperti saya? Tuan Roe Deer! Boneka pluit itu, berbicara dengan nada kuno yang ganjil dan menyeramkan. Tentu saja, Lee Jaheon tidak merespons. Ia seharusnya orang yang beretika dengan sensibilitas modern, sehingga merasa tidak terikat untuk mengakomodasi boneka yang bisa bicara. Ada sesuatu dari cara bicaranya yang terasa familiar. Dan kemudian, ada tempat di mana Kim Soleum menghilang. Di kamar mandi kereta, semua barang miliknya yang terkait perusahaan berserakan tanpa arah di lantai. Namun, fokus Lee Jaheon bukan pada itu. Alih-alih, matanya langsung tertuju pada tulisan di cermin. Karena—ia mengenali tulisan tangan itu. Ia mengeluarkan foto yang sudah diproses dari pesan di cermin itu dan meletakkannya berdampingan dengan sebuah kartu pos tua yang sudah lusuh, yang disimpan rapi, tak tersentuh selama bertahun-tahun. Bahkan untuk mengambil kartu pos itu saja butuh berminggu-minggu persetujuan. Sisa dari sebuah Kegelapan bertema siaran yang sudah skuad D bersihkan berkali-kali. Tapi di ekspedisi terakhir, sebuah peristiwa tak terduga membuat satu regu penuh tumpas— Dan berkat pemikiran cepat satu karyawan, skuad D berhasil lolos dengan sejumlah Esensi Mimpi tingkat A. Sebuah Kegelapan yang begitu tidak biasa sehingga klasifikasinya masih dalam tinjauan, bolak-balik diantar antara Tim Riset dan Divisi Penilaian. Formulir Pendaftaran Quiz Show "...Tuesday Talk Show!" Tangan itu persis sama. "Supervisor Kim Soleum di sana." Apapun wujud yang ia ambil. Sebuah studio yang kebanjiran cahaya menyilaukan. Tepuk tangan menggelegar dari penonton, menggulung ke panggung seperti ombak. [Terima kasih! Terima kasih!] Para penonton, masih terbius oleh ketegangan segmen penutup, meniup peluit dan berteriak histeris. Pembawa acara berkepala TV itu menekan tangannya ke dada, berpura-pura terenyuh. [Aduh, dengan sambutan begini... Hehe, apa kita mulai dari awal lagi? Anda sekarang sedang menyaksikan Braun's Late-Night Talk Sh— Ya ampun.] Pembawa acara itu menjerit dramatis saat tepuk tangan yang begitu meriah—sebelum layarnya kembali menampilkan senyum lebar. [Naanya, sebelum para pengiklan yang murka menerjang masuk, kita harus menjalani perpisahan yang menyayat hati ini! Tapi jangan terlalu murung! Kita bertemu lagi besok!] Band dalam studio memainkan melodi enerjik dan playful, menandakan berakhirnya acara talk show. Pembawa acara melangkah ke tengah studio, membungkuk sopan dengan kepalanya yang berbentuk TV condong ke depan. [Untuk semua penonton yang menonton hari ini—yang menonton dari kedalaman bawah tanah dalam penyesalan, yang menangis dalam penyesalan, dan bahkan yang bergabung dari pembaca EPUB.] [Nanti pukul 23:33 tepat, kita akan bertemu lagi... Selamat malam!] Sambil finale band membubung ke puncak, pembawa acara mengangkat kedua tangannya, acknowledging tepuk tangan yang menggelegar. Semua hening. Penonton menghilang. Lampu-lampu yang tadi berkilau padam, menyisakan hanya beberapa lampu plafon redup yang menerangi kursi-kursi yang kini kosong. Para kru membanjiri panggung, bergerak cepat mengatur ulang set dan menangani para peraih panggung. Pembawa acara memanggilku mendekat.
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In the dim office, Lee Jaheon lifted his head. Standing at the door, arms crossed, was Eun Haje, her expression worn and hollow. “You need to stop now, sir.” “How many more times are you going to conduct these interviews? Even the directors have lost interest.” Eun Haje walked into the office. Her gaze swept over the vacant seat, as though confirming, once again, that the colleague who once sat there was truly gone. All that remained was the sentence in the official report: Presumed deceased as of January 2nd. “It’s already been a month.” “After a month of no news, sometimes you have to know when to give up. …Writing reports isn’t going to bring back the dead.” “And the Dream Essence Collector data was ultimately marked as death-confirmed.” The Dream Essence Collector’s record had confirmed the missing employee’s groans and brief murmured phrases, such as, ‘Is that so?’ It has been meaningfully inferred that this is part of the psychotic symptoms observed in the Tamra Express, a dark anomaly that occurred during the elite team’s assignment. Statistical projections estimate that the probability of deep contamination or death for the employee in question exceeds 80%. Additionally, per protocol, if the Dream Essence Collector is returned and no significant developments are reported within 30 days, the employee is automatically declared deceased in the system. In other words, this matter is already settled. “…He’s already been added to today’s termination list, Section Chief.” Supervisor Kim Soleum (Employment contract terminated due to death.) …By the time it reached that stage, death was usually certain. Assistant Manager Eun Haje rubbed her face before speaking again. “…The company won’t Discover more novels on NovelHub - your gateway to endless stories. You know how it is. We don’t waste money or time on the dead.” All the searches and repeated reviews had only been approved because Kim Soleum was an exceptional and talented employee. But there were no manuals detailing what had triggered the Tamra Express Darkness, and it had not reoccurred even once in the past month. “Is there even any point in organizing all this? Haven’t you thought about stopping?” Did he mean to say that there is still a point to this? Or that he did consider stopping? “What’s your reason?” “Because Supervisor Kim Soleum is not dead.” Eun Haje’s eyes widened. Lee Jaheon was not the kind of person to blindly cling to hope. Which meant—he truly believed this. And Lee Jaheon wasn’t someone who believed things without reason. Which meant—he had proof. “W-Why do you think that?!” Lee Jaheon recalled something. A seemingly unrelated incident from late last year. – Please take care of this. Before heading into the Darkness, Kim Soleum had entrusted him with something for half a day. – My goodness. Are you truly entrusting me to an unimaginative blade grunt such as this? Mr. Roe Deer! That stuffed toy, speaking in its strangely old-fashioned and eerie tone. Of course, Lee Jaheon had not responded. He was supposed to be a well-mannered person of modern sensibilities, and thus saw no obligation to entertain a talking plushie. Something about the way it spoke felt familiar. And then, there was the site of Kim Soleum’s disappearance. In the train restroom, all of Kim Soleum’s company-related belongings had been scattered haphazardly across the floor. Yet, Lee Jaheon’s focus had not been on that. Instead, his eyes had gone straight to the writing on the mirror. Because—he had recognized the handwriting. He pulled out the developed photograph of the mirror message and placed it alongside an old, worn-out postcard that had been carefully stored away, untouched for years. Even retrieving this single postcard had taken weeks of authorization. A remnant from a broadcast-themed Darkness that D-squad had cleared multiple times. But in the most recent expedition, an unexpected event had resulted in an entire squad being wiped out— And thanks to the quick thinking of one employee, D-squad had barely escaped with some A-grade Dream Essence. A Darkness so unusual that its classification was still under review, bouncing between the Research Team and the Assessment Division. Quiz Show Application Form “…Tuesday Talk Show!” The handwriting was the exact same. “Supervisor Kim Soleum is there.” No matter what form he may have taken. A studio bathed in blinding lights. A thunderous applause erupted from the audience, rolling over the stage like a tidal wave. [Thank you! Thank you!] The crowd, still intoxicated by the thrill of the final segment, whistled and cheered in pure excitement. The host pressed a dramatic hand to his chest, feigning deep emotion. [Oh dear, with this kind of response… Haha, shall we start from the very beginning again? You are currently watching Braun’s Late-Night Talk Sh— Goodness.] The host let out an exaggerated flinch at the overwhelming cheers—before his TV screen face returned to a grinning expression. [Unfortunately, before the furious advertisers come storming in, we must endure a heart-wrenching farewell! But don’t be too disheartened! We’ll meet again tomorrow!] The house band struck up an energetic, playful tune, signaling the end of the talk show. The host steps to the center of the studio, bowing politely with his TV head tilted forward. [To all our viewers who tuned in today—those watching from the depths of the underground in repentance, those sobbing in regret, and even those joining us from EPUB viewers.] [Tomorrow at exactly 11:33 PM, we shall meet again… Have a wonderful night!] As the band’s finale swells to its peak, the host raises both hands, acknowledging the thunderous applause. Everything falls silent. The audience vanishes. The once dazzling lights blink out, leaving only a few soft overhead fixtures illuminating the now-empty seats. Crew members flood the stage, swiftly moving to reset the set and attend to the performers. The host is calling me over.
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