Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

In the desperate situation where the blood-teared mascots with eyeless stares demanded, "Come on, start killing someone yourself," lies flowed effortlessly from my mouth.

"A trap, you say?"

"Yes. Think about it." I struggled to avoid looking at the crazed mascots on the window while maintaining an expression that said, 'I just had a brilliant thought.' "This Darkness bound us as a team. But is it really okay to kill a team member carelessly?"

Actually, it is okay.

"This Darkness chokes us just for putting distance between teammates. But what if we kill someone?"

You could just carry around the corpse, honestly. But doing something like that... My cowardly heart might not hold up, and I'd end up getting reassigned as the 'official torture maniac', in the perfect spot to die...

"I believe there would be a massive penalty."

"Hmm." The eyes under the butterfly mask narrowed. "Isn't there also a penalty if we don't kill someone?"

"I'm saying we might all be wiped out if we do kill someone."

"..."

"If both possibilities exist, I thought it more rational to choose the option of preserving our numbers."

The other person seemed slightly swayed. I swallowed hard and added, "Of course, the final decision is up to you, Assistant Manager..."