SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 115 - 115 115 The Yukionna Miss Who Doesnt

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: The “Yukionna” Miss Who Doesn’t Understand Human Emotions_1 Chapter 115: Chapter 115: The “Yukionna” Miss Who Doesn’t Understand Human Emotions_1 “The task from Bonfire Company, late but finally here…”

Colin pursed his lips, glanced briefly at it, and saw that the task rewards were written all over it, but there was not a word on how to get back.

So, the biggest problem with “Passionate Paradise” is not being able to go home?

“The time for event one aligns with reality, didn’t see any issues there; event two is probably about investigating and collecting abnormal information or something, an optional task that doesn’t have to be completed; actually, what seems interesting is this event three…”

Colin pondered as he headed towards the small restroom—some kind of special life enhancement path without conflict?

It seemed like it was left by that high-level employee…

Colin didn’t know how ‘high-level’ this ‘high-level’ was, since it was the first time he encountered the term ‘high-level’ being used in the company description.

“Could it be by the founder of ‘Script City,’ the holder of the advanced item ‘Script Book’?”

Colin made some associations, but unfortunately, once cooled, they all uniformly had a “former company” prefix…

“Poor guy, got fired as soon as he died.”

Colin sighed at the fate of the “former company” employees, then continued to focus on this event three.

He was quite curious about what the life enhancement without conflicts would be like.

And the task rewards seemed to be quite substantial; the appearance of the word “huge” indicated that Bonfire Points would start at least at ten thousand.

Not to mention it seemed to unlock some additional special function privileges…

Unfortunately, just being able to get out alive would be good enough; Colin simply looked at it without much intention to complete it.

Shaking his head slightly, Colin looked at the toothbrush and face cloth in the small restroom that seemed to be new and unopened.

“Good thing, I definitely couldn’t stand it if I had to use something that someone else used before; who knows how many people have traveled through this cabin before…”

Colin muttered to himself, opened the packaging, and incidentally glanced at the mirror in front of the washbasin.

Black hair, black eyes, with a fair complexion, he looked much younger than in reality, dressed in a black suit-like school uniform for boys, appearing very placid, now showing the “gentle” quality mentioned by the Narrator—

This appearance seemed to be his own but with some unnecessary minor adjustments.

One can only say, good basics, the flaw does not obscure the virtues.

After a simple brushing and face washing, Colin was tidying up his appearance when suddenly he felt a piece of information emerge in his mind.

[Event Four: Before leaving the room, please wear “Widow Yukionna” on the ring finger of your right hand, and try to obtain its help.]

Note: “Yukionna” possesses a certain level of self-awareness, and upon realizing “Passionate Paradise,” it will inevitably exhibit emotions. Please find a way to calm and gain its forgiveness; furthermore, it has minimal contact with people, with very simple cognition, so you can reasonably obtain help through this point.

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“Should I take it out at this time?”

Colin was startled, almost forgetting about it, but looking at the content of this task, it didn’t seem like it was issued by “Bonfire Company,” otherwise it would have popped up together with the previous three.

Without surprises, it felt more like a hint hurriedly sent by “Bunny” madam amidst her busy schedule.

Without thinking too much, he took out a ring with a large gemstone from his pocket.

No sooner had he taken it out and put it on his finger, than he felt an intense bone-chilling cold emanating from it.

The pain came in waves, like the vibration of sound…

Clearly, “Yukionna” had sensed something amiss and knew she was back in “Passionate Paradise,” so she was trying to interact with him, which likely meant none of her words were particularly nice…

“Probably calling me trash, fucking trash bastard shit or something… tsk, need to lower the standards…”

Colin endured the piercing chill on his ring finger from “Yukionna,” waiting for her to continue venting her anger.

He waited for several minutes until the stabbing pain slowly subsided…

Then, he began to sense an indescribable mix of negative emotions like “grievance,” “despair,” and “fear.”

Vaguely, he could even hear indistinct sobbing…

“‘Yukionna’s’ activity is higher than I thought; having a certain self-awareness is one thing, but to also have such rich emotions… previously, seeing only a blurry shadow, I thought she was like those thoughtless automatons akin to servants.”

Colin was slightly surprised and waited a while longer before raising his right hand to look at the large gemstone and speaking:

“I can feel your rejection, but you never mentioned it early, so I didn’t know you were so repulsed by this place; though, looking at the situation, it seems you, like me, don’t want to stay here either…”

“Why don’t we open our hearts and work together to escape.”

“Miss Yukionna, you wouldn’t want to be taken in by this cursed place again, would you?”

No sooner had he spoken when Colin suddenly saw a burst of snowy white breath spray out from the giant eyes directly onto his face.

It was chillingly cold…

But, the breath didn’t seem dangerous.

After thinking it over, Colin spoke up again:

“To make up for my mistake, I’ll do everything I can to get you out again, and when the time comes I will also break your seal, so you can be free again. Consider it my reparation to you, I guarantee it with my life…”

After whispering this, Colin added silently to himself, ‘After all, I never said I wouldn’t capture you again and reseal you after you’re free…’

Miss Yukionna, who hadn’t had much contact with humans, seemed unaware of human treachery and the complexities involved. After Colin gave his promise, he could feel the coldness from the ring diminishing significantly.

Clearly, she was somewhat persuaded…

A wave of emotion flowed through the ring.

“Good, I’m glad you’ve agreed to help. As long as it can make up for the harm I’ve caused you, I’m willing to do anything.”

Colin ‘CUPped’ (pua) the words, aiming to gain more favor.

Feeling the malice in the ring diminish further, he couldn’t help but mutter to himself—haven’t you already been caught once? How can you still be so naive? Have you turned foolish from being in the ring for too long…

Colin, standing in front of the mirror and straightening his appearance, spoke up:

“By the way, you’ve escaped from here once before; can the same method be used to escape again?”

After he finished speaking, he felt a thread of consciousness carrying a chill pass into his hand.

This consciousness wasn’t any spoken language or text, but it was directly comprehensible—

Don’t know?

You don’t know how you escaped…

Colin pursed his lips and didn’t say any more, finally he wiped his face and looked at the time.

12:18 PM.

The time matched up with the remaining task time in his mind.

“The so-called task of paying attention to time, what exactly does that entail?”

Colin murmured to himself and looked around the room, preparing to search for any notes left by his predecessors.

At that moment, there was a gentle knock at the door. Startled, he stopped what he was doing and turned to look toward the door. Before he could sense anything, he immediately heard a girl’s voice coming from downstairs—

“Brother, it’s time to eat.”

Is this… the sister who is supposed to depend on me, as the Narrator said?

Colin also remembered what the Two-Faced brother had said, that he mustn’t let them notice anything odd about themselves.

So after hesitating for a couple of seconds, he responded, and with a few steps reached the door, ready to go downstairs.

However…

The moment he opened the door, Colin suddenly remembered something important: if it was his sister who had called him down for a meal, then who was it that knocked…

Who else could it be?

A sense of indescribable absurdity enveloped him in an instant.

And it was at that moment, he suddenly heard a trembling, fearful voice at his ear.

“Brother, don’t answer, that’s not me…”

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