Anomalies were descending on the world when I got thrown into a horror dungeon.

The problem? I was a hopeless romantic.

An even bigger problem?

The dungeon’s final boss turned out to be more of a lovesick idiot than I was.

The moment he saw me, he practically begged to be my personal simp..

Me: Wait… we’re doing that already?

The barrage of comments exploded:

“Look at him. The mighty final boss is willing to be the third wheel.”

“Sorry, sweetie, but our girl already has two anomalies in line. Even if he’s the boss, he still has to take a number.”

[Welcome to the Asylum]

[Seven poor patients live here. They long to live like normal people. As their attending physician, you should be able to help them… right?]

[Instance Participants: 7]

[Difficulty: A]

[Main Mission: Cure your patients and return them to normal]

I opened my eyes to a stark white wall. A length of silver chain lay in the corner of the room.

At the other end of the chain…

My gaze lowered to the boy kneeling at my feet.

He wore a blue-and-white hospital gown. Blood streaked his face and hands, though the wounds somehow didn’t make him look pitiful. They only added a wicked edge to his beauty.

A face like his was born to sit on a throne, yet here he was, kneeling at my feet, making the most humble request.

“Doctor, can you be my master?”

Me: … This is moving a little fast.

Behind my back, the barrage exploded.

[Look at him. The mighty final boss is willing to be the third wheel.]

[Sorry, sweetie, but our girl already has two anomalies in line. Even if he’s the boss, he still has to take a number.]

[Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the walking anomaly-boyfriend magnet.]

[You newbies don’t get it. This monster’s delusion is “I’m a pet.” That’s literally his mental illness.]

[The last player who agreed to be his ‘master’ got swallowed whole. Let’s see how this one ends for our girl.]

[And if she rejects him, he gets angry and kills people anyway. Same outcome, different flavor.]

The air felt charged, hormones spiking fast. That familiar dryness hit my throat again. My eyes felt glued to his face. I couldn’t look away.

I’d experienced this before.

There was a dungeon once, Rose Manor. The feeling was exactly the same as when I ran into Zero and Jackson back then. The moment I lock eyes with an anomaly that fits my taste, my stupid love-struck brain starts overheating on its own.

But…

“This doesn’t seem appropriate.” Even a hopeless romantic like me had some professional ethics. “Doctors shouldn’t date their patients. You’ll find someone else who can be a great owner for you.”

There were six other players in this dungeon besides me. Surely one of them wanted a pet.

The boy stared straight at me, unblinking.

Since I was determined to find him a better home, I needed to show some sincerity.

I pulled out a clipboard and pen from my coat. “Let’s start with the basics. Why do you want to be a… pet? Bad childhood? Dad gambles, Mom’s sick, younger brother in school, family falling apart?”

[Family falling apart my foot. He’s the one who makes other families fall apart.]

[The way her brain works is incredible. She’s dragging a boss-level monster into her romantic soap opera.]

[Look at him. He’s hesitating. She actually derailed him. He didn’t attack like he usually does.]

[What a pet-whisperer. Legendary.]

[Don’t forget, he eventually loses control and goes full beast mode. When that happens, no one survives. And as his attending physician, she gets eaten twice.]

My intake questionnaire was a complete failure because he had no idea who he was. He didn’t even know his own name.

When I brought him to the lobby for roll call, only three players were left.

Three others had been killed the moment the instance began by their own “patients.”

“That bad?” I muttered, then paused because something felt wrong.

“If they’re dead, who’s in charge of the patients they were assigned?”

The answer was no one.

Everyone already had their hands full with their own unstable anomaly-patients. Nobody was volunteering to adopt someone else’s nightmare.

And when an unassigned monster roams free, nobody knows what it might do.

A man with a scar across his cheek let out a sharp laugh and looked me up and down like I was trash.

“You should take them. Isn’t seducing monsters your specialty in every dungeon?”

He smirked and leaned in.

“Tell me, which one was better in bed last time? The one in red, or that pretty boy with the mole under his eye?”

He was talking about the two anomalies who stayed with me until the very end in the Rose Manor dungeon.

One was Jackson in the red coat. Hot-headed and reckless, but completely devoted to me.

The other was Zero, the one with the tear mole. Gentle on the surface, quietly dangerous underneath, always protecting me without making a big deal out of it.

After the last dungeon closed, they followed me back to the real world. But anomalies aren’t allowed to stay there for long. Before I knew it, they were forced to disappear.

I’d been thinking about them ever since.

He clicked his tongue.

“Must be nice, being that desperate. Do you sleep with anything that has a—”

“No,” I said calmly. “I’m allergic to ugly.”

The scarred man choked on his words.

Because he had just been ripped apart.

I turned around slowly and stared at the “pet” who had done the ripping. He still had blood on his face, but somehow looked… innocent.

“I was hungry,” he murmured.

Maybe it was my imagination, but his pupils looked a little sharper than before.

[Wow. Trying to slut-shame someone in a horror dungeon? He had it coming.]

[Pop the champagne. Ding-dong, the jerk is dead.]

[Lol the stans are out. She can sleep with monsters but nobody can call her out?]

[We are literally here to watch players rot. Why is everyone fighting?]

[Only me noticing his beast-form is starting? Time is running out for her.]

I had no clue about “beast-form” or whatever. I only knew one thing.

A pet that bites strangers is not adoptable.

Did this mean… I really was stuck raising him?

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By then, he was done eating. He ignored the two players running away screaming. Instead, he knelt down in front of me, head tilted up, a tiny smile tugging at his lips.

“Are you afraid of me?”

[Here it is. The feeding-time question.]

[Animal behavior 101. Say yes, and he kills you.]

[Pretty hard not to be terrified when you watch someone get eaten in front of you.]

[Yeah she is shaking. Rest in peace.]

[Cue the funeral music.]

My body was shaking, but not because I was scared.

It was because, from this angle, I could see his pecs.

He had a perfect chest line, deep and sculpted.

All my rational thoughts evaporated. I leaned forward, pressed my face into it, and inhaled deeply.

“So good,” I whispered into his chest. “So good.”

[I’m dying. She is a chest maniac.]

[Pet: I knew it. I’m terrifyingly sexy.]

[Trainer of the year.]

[You all need to calm down. She still needs to cure him. The goal is to make him normal again.]

[If he fully beast-forms, everyone else in this dungeon dies.]

I was still buried in his chest, reluctant to move.

“Oh right,” I said. “Since you don’t have a name, I should give you one. How about ‘Dominus’?”

What I got in response was a heavy, uneven breath.

I looked up and froze.

He wasn’t looking at me anymore. His eyes were fixed on the far corner of the hallway, pupils thin and sharp, filled with killing intent.

I remembered the three unassigned anomaly patients roaming around.

Suddenly nervous, I instinctively ducked back against his chest for cover.

But before I could burrow in again, a familiar voice called out:

“Missy.”

Zero stood at the end of the hallway. His gaze drifted from me to the pet’s chest I was clinging to. He smiled gently.

“Did I walk in at a bad time?”

“How could that be? You couldn’t have better timing!” I waved excitedly at Zero, then craned my neck to peek behind him. “Where’s Jackson?”

It was actually Zero. I hadn’t expected to run into him again in a Asylum dungeon of all places.

My face felt a little warm. The last time he’d asked me something like that, back at Rose Manor, Jackson had been pressing me down on the bed.

“Missy still misses Jackson,” Zero said with a sigh that was far too casual. He smiled. “Jackson was too reckless on the way in. He stirred up a few little anomalies. He has to finish cleaning up before he can join us.”

Little anomalies.

That had to mean the three loose mental-patient anomalies wandering the halls.

I tried to ask more, but Zero had already switched topics.

“If you want to raise a pet, you should pick something docile,” he said. His gaze never once landed on the pet beside me. It stayed glued to my face. “Or I can train him for you.”

【Training the pet (×) Intimidating a rival (√)】

【He really pretended nothing happened and just stepped on Jackson’s neck for no reason.】

【We should totally award him with Oscars.】

【Zero: As long as I live, all of you are side pieces.】

Zero had barely finished speaking when Dominus exploded into action. His ears sharpened into beast ears, his body shifted, and he lunged at Zero.

As a certified romance-brain, I really wanted to suggest they take it to the dance studio and work it out there.

But before I could say a word, something tightened around my waist. My vision flipped. By the time I registered what happened, I was already pinned against a window.

Jackson pressed his face into my neck and licked slowly. “I missed you.”

My knees nearly gave out. I slid my fingers into his hair, gripping and loosening again as my chest tightened with every breath.

That flutter in my chest felt exactly the same as it had back at Rose Manor.

My lips were captured next. He gave me a gentle breath of air, and that finally snapped me out of the haze. I blinked back to reality just in time to hear Zero sigh softly.

“Missy still has not learned how to kiss.”

At some point he had finished fighting and was already standing beside us. He shot Jackson a disapproving look. “Jackson, you know she cannot handle you. Stop teasing her.”

“When did I tease her?” Jackson nipped at my earlobe and reluctantly straightened. He looked down at me with wounded pride, clearly waiting for my post-event commentary.

I chose survival and changed the topic.

“Where’s Dominus?”

Jackson blinked. “Who?”

Zero, however, understood immediately. He gave me a long, meaningful look. His voice was quiet. “He is gone.”

I nearly spat blood. “You killed him?”

Zero shook his head. “Rules.”

Players must follow the rules.

Anomalies must follow the rules too.

Zero and Jackson appearing here at all was a violation.

A violation demands a punishment.

Only now did I realize how wrong their appearances looked. Jackson’s blood-covered clothes were an unnatural crimson, and Zero’s complexion was ghost-white.

“You two…” My throat tightened for the first time. I wanted to ask why they would risk this. The words would not come out.

“I wanted to see you,” Zero whispered against my cheek. “Missy, I missed you very much.”

Jackson wrapped his arms around me from behind. The blood on his clothes stirred like something alive, but his voice held a lazy smile.

“Relax. We cannot die. Worst case, we just cannot come see you for a while. Annoying, honestly.”

He clicked his tongue softly.

“Good thing I left you a gift.”

With that final sentence, both Jackson and Zero disappeared.

I stood alone in the hallway of the psychiatric ward as the system’s emotionless electronic voice echoed through the air.