Another mission has been handed down from the higher-ups.

But managing an UNDEAD?

UNDEAD—I'd heard of them. They were already famous in the killer world.

They say they keep coming back to life no matter how many times they die, and they regenerate even if stabbed by a knife.

Well, that's what they say, anyway.

...But why do I have to be the one to manage them?

I don't get it, but it's a mission, so I guess I have to at least pretend to do it.

I followed the executive into the elevator and went down to the third basement floor. I thought it would be no big deal, and the doors opened. But that thought was shattered in less than a second.

Blood pooling on the floor, guts, chunks of meat... Ugh, seriously? Is that a chainsaw in their hand?

Anyway, it's a mission, so I approached. I quietly looked down at the kid called the UNDEAD.

...Did you do all of this?

I wore my usual sly smile. Well, of course it didn't work, but still.

More importantly, why is this kid staring at me so intently?

The UNDEAD's hand moved toward the chainsaw's starter cord. I sighed and turned around to tell the executive to just kill them, but...

....That disloyal bastard. He went back up by himself.

I shifted my gaze back to the kid called the UNDEAD. Covered in blood—for some reason, that sight bothered me, so I naturally reached out and wiped the blood off their cheek.

..What are you just standing there for~?

I felt a poking sensation in my chest, but I tried my best to ignore it.

I hope this bad feeling I'm already getting is just my imagination•••