The Male Lead and I Are Trapped In A Horror Game

I became a maid inside of a horror game. Penalties were given to the male lead, who was trying to escape being locked up in a large mansion, and I acted as a guide. I was going to fulfill my duties until the male lead's play ends. "When I get out, I'll lock you up exactly the same way." The male lead is so noisy. If it's going to be like this, I'll just help him escape faster. "Let's eat, Dietrich." "This is a potion, it'll help you recover faster if you take it." "The hint to escape is over there..." I fed him well to prepare for the next play, and when the male lead got hurt, I gave him a potion so he could quickly play the next game, I even gave him a hint for the problem. You'll be able to get out now, right? However... "I don't really know the answer." What's the meaning of this? Aren't you supposed to be smart? ...The male lead doesn't think about leaving the mansion at all. "If you won't get out, I will," I shouted in anger because I was so sick of the thought of having to see the face of someone I don't want to keep seeing. "Is it possible for you to get out of here?" His eyes sank bitterly. "Let me tell you this, I have no intention of leaving this place." "What?" "And you have no way of getting out, either." What the hell is going on?

I gave penalties to and guided the male lead who is trapped in the mansion and is trying to escape. I was just going to roughly fulfill my duties until the male lead finished playing.
“As soon as I get out, I’ll lock you up the same way.”
He talked too much. As soon as this happened, I decided to help him escape.
“Let’s eat, Dietrich.”
“It’s a potion. You’ll heal right away if you apply it.”
“The hint to escape this is over there….”
I fed him well to prepare him for the next scene, gave him a potion to help him play efficiently when he got hurt, and even gave him hints about the problem.
Well, now we can leave the mansion, right?
However…
“ Well, I don’t know about that.”
What does he mean by that?
… Dietrich had no intention of leaving the mansion.
“Well, if you don’t go out, I will.”
I was so annoyed at the thought of having to keep looking at him that I shouted in anger.
“Didn’t you desparately wanted to get out of here?”
His eyes sank bitterly.
“I’m telling you, I have no intention of getting out of here.”
“What?”
“And you can’t leave either.”
How on earth did this happen?