Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 12: New Game Launch [Complete]

1402: The First Story

The constant wailing of the baby next door was driving her insane

Was the baby hungry? Needed a diaper change? It cried incessantly, yet its parents seemed indifferent to the disturbance they were causing the neighbors.

She found herself fantasizing about smothering the baby with a pillow. After tossing and turning in bed, her drowsiness was completely overtaken by rage — it was just her luck to end up in a cheap, old apartment where even a midday nap was impossible.

The door of the neighboring apartment swung open and a roar filled the hallway. "Shut it up with a pacifier! It's deafening!"

'Yeah, same,' Marigold thought. As her husband, Jetson, walked past the bedroom door to the far end of the apartment, she quickly shut her eyes, feigning sleep.

Although she was no longer sleepy, at least the baby had stopped crying.

According to the character description, Jetson had recently taken a long leave from the hospital. He was now home every day, claiming he was exhausted and needed a break. She had wondered how someone could be so capricious even after returning to work.

However, when she saw her objective, she understood.

Simply put, she needed to survive the next 30 days. Why wouldn't she survive? In most murder cases, the spouse was the prime suspect. Who else in this building had a motive to kill her? The couple had been having numerous problems lately, according to her character description. Instead of distancing themselves by going to work, he insisted on staying close 24/7, which was very suspicious.

The pressure on her life seemed immense. Her immediate goal was to convince others to believe her and help her survive the 30 days. With that in mind, the suspect could only be her husband—she needed to persuade others precisely because he was the prime suspect.

Jetson peeked in and whispered, "Are you awake? I've made lunch. How's your appetite today?"

Marigold inwardly sneered. Slowly, she turned and replied, "I'm not hungry yet. Just leave it in the microwave. I'll heat it up when I'm ready."

He looked her up and down, perhaps suppressing his disappointment, then smiled. "Alright, don't wait too long. You have to take your medicine after eating. By the way, you're running out of medicine. I'll ask my colleague to bring some over this afternoon."

Unbeknownst to him, she had been flushing those pills down the toilet and the garbage disposal, taking them two at a time, twice a day.

This information was also documented in the character manual.

She was almost certain that her husband's objective in this role-playing game was to kill her. The real question was how and when he intended to act. There were many nosy neighbors in this building, most of whom were idle and had irregular routines. If he acted rashly within their apartment, it would be hard to find an appropriate time to dispose of a body afterward.

Marigold sat motionless on the bed for half an hour when she heard a knock on the door. Jetson went to answer it, and from the conversation, it sounded like the quirky pseudo-psychic from upstairs.

Amid the overlapping voices, she clearly heard Jetson ask, "Are you inviting some neighbors over? Well... You might not be aware of Goldie's condition."

'Here we go again.'

In her character description, it was clearly written that she had recently discovered her husband was spreading lies about her among the neighbors, suggesting that she wasn't mentally well and needed to rest. None of these claims were true. Essentially, it all boiled down to, "Don't believe anything she says."