G.O.D Complex

Benjamin is a good office worker.

He helps his peers with their duties, defends them when necessary, and always steps forward when someone's in trouble.

A project poorly assigned? He volunteers to help.

A colleague struggling with family issues? He's there to lend support.

Benjamin is what all hardworking men aspire to be: kind, dependable, and successful in everything he undertakes.

Lie.

One day, a female colleague had trouble with her car. Benjamin gave her a ride home and even helped pay for the repairs.

What a generous, good-hearted man.

Lie. Lie.

Benjamin always listens attentively to his colleagues' problems and gives advice that somehow always works.

Both men and women at the office seek his counsel and proudly call him a friend.

What a wise, well-loved man.

Lie. Lie.

Despite turning down advances from his female coworkers, he still helps them find love, ensuring they end up with someone who makes them happy.

He's practically Cupid in a tie.

Lie. Lie. Lie.

Who is Benjamin?

In short, he is the kind of man everyone should aspire to be.

Lie.

Lie.

Lie.

Lie.

Lie...

Why is no one seeing it?

Benjamin... is so good, that being good has become bad.

Benjamin—who is he, really?

"I'm Benjamin," he said, adjusting his glasses as he input the last account for the day. He saved it twice, checked his schedule for tomorrow, and then shut down the computer.

Everything was done.

"Have a great day, Mr. Benjamin!" his colleagues said, waving.

"Rest well!"

"Have a nice weekend!"

Even the managers adored him.

Benjamin smiled and waved back, leaving the office building with a calm, casual stride.

He walked to the bus stop and checked his watch.

Right on time.

Just as he glanced up, the bus pulled in.

"Evening, Mr. Benjamin! Long day?" said the driver, a cheerful man who always seemed extra happy around him.

"Just finished work," Benjamin replied with a gentle smile. "Heading home to rest."

He paid, sat down, and listened as the driver rambled about life.

"By the way, my daughter went back to school. I'm not sure what changed, but the bullies just stopped," the driver said.

"I told you it would work out," Benjamin replied softly, smiling.

The bus rolled on.

When it reached his stop, Benjamin bid farewell and headed toward the local store. He greeted the staff, bought what he needed, and then walked home.

Neighbors waved.

Children smiled.

He greeted them all with perfect ease.

Reaching his apartment, he climbed the stairs, found his key, and opened the door.

The lights were off. The air was cold.

He turned them on and shut the door behind him.

Setting his things down, he took off his suit jacket and laid it neatly on the bed.

He opened the fridge, pulled out a can of beer, and cracked it open with a sigh of satisfaction. Then he opened the bento box he'd bought and ate slowly.

Afterward, he browsed the day's news.

HEADLINES:

Millionaire's son missing—no leads yet.

Bodies of a businessman and family discovered in hotel room.

Two more unidentified corpses found on upper floor.

Strange disappearances increase worldwide—no known cause.

Scientists baffled by new bacteria strain—research ongoing.

Benjamin scrolled past them all—same stories, same rhythm. Recycled tragedy.

Then—

Thud.

A sound from the backroom.

He tossed his phone on the bed. It landed with the screen still glowing, flashing absurd headlines:

New soap turns Black man white after one wash!

Buy Gum-Gum candy, get One Piece gift card!

Amateur camera captures strange object in sky.

New GTX game launching this year.

Benjamin walked toward the sealed room he had built in the back—a room with no windows, only one locked door.

Opening it, he looked down.

A child was curled on the floor, quietly sobbing.

"What's wrong?" Benjamin asked.

His earlier warmth vanished, replaced by a grotesque neutrality—expressionless, yet somehow far more disturbing.

"Don't worry," he said, voice empty. "Today I'll take you outside. You can finally go home."

He closed the door behind him.

On the bed, his phone lit up again with another headline:

"Child body parts found in public trash bins. Investigation ongoing."

—

Late that night, Benjamin left his apartment carrying a large black plastic bag.

He bumped into a neighbor on the stairs.

"Oh, Mrs. Bella. How are you tonight?" he asked, smiling warmly.

She looked up and returned the smile. "Good evening, Mr. Benjamin! Going to take out the trash?"

He nodded.

"Actually, it's some food that spoiled in the fridge. I figured I'd ask a friend if he wants it—no point in wasting it," he chuckled.

Mrs. Bella nodded. "You're always so thoughtful."

As she unlocked her door, Benjamin paused. "By the way… any news about little Cinderella?"

Bella's smile faded. "Still missing, unfortunately. The search continues tomorrow."

Benjamin offered to help with the search, and Bella gratefully accepted. After a bit more conversation, they bid each other goodnight.

Once outside, Benjamin walked to a distant alley.

He mumbled to himself: "Oh, Cinderella... my sweet little princess. Look how worried they are about you. You shouldn't trouble people like this."

He shook the bag.

"Tch. Should've borrowed the office car... oh well."

—

Minutes later, he sat on a bench far from the complex, tossing bits of meat onto the ground. Stray dogs fought viciously over the scraps.

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When Benjamin returned home, morning light was already creeping across the sky.

Exhausted from the night's "clean-up," he wanted to sleep—but remembered his promise to help search for Cinderella.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Then—

White.

He opened his eyes to a blinding white ceiling.

He sat up suddenly, disoriented.

Glancing around, he rubbed his eyes and reached for his glasses.

"Where… where am I?"

Was he caught?

No… this wasn't jail. It didn't look or feel like it. Too sterile. Too empty.

For what felt like over an hour, he tried to remember what happened—how he ended up here. Nothing came.

Eventually, the door opened.

He turned instinctively—mask back on.

"Are you alright?" a girl asked softly. She was pretty, timid, her voice unsure.

Benjamin smiled kindly.

"Ah... yes. Thank you," he said.

So gentle.

So calm.

So good.

Benjamin is a good man.

Lie.

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—To be Continued.