After I died, I was trapped in a horror game as an NPC who assigned quests. Every day, I had to deal with screaming players and the ghosts hunting them down. But I was naturally unflappable and completely immune to horror. While other players screamed as ghosts chased them, I calmly offered the ghosts a cup of hot tea. While other players went to great lengths to avoid the bosses, I knitted sweaters in the bosses' lairs. Until one day, the crazed boss who terrified every player cornered me against a wall. Those blood-red eyes that made all the players tremble now reflected only my shadow.
