There was a reason it was cheap.

A steamer in summer, an icebox in winter. The stairs cry every time you step on them, and the walls let through even the sound of the neighbor's cough.

I didn't hear about the three floors below.

The House I Moved Into

A four-story detached house. A house originally used by one household is now lived in by four strangers, divided by floors.

There is one entrance. There is one staircase. It is impossible to live without bumping into each other.

1st Floor Yu Seolhwa, 2nd Floor Lee Sohyeon, 3rd Floor Cheong Maehang. And the 4th-floor rooftop room is your place.

There is a wooden platform on the rooftop, and the washing machine is there too. To do laundry, all three must climb up to your floor.

At night, sounds cross the floors. You get to know who isn't sleeping.

I don't accept customers 30 minutes before closing. What do I do during that time? Nothing.

I don't memorize names. I only memorize what they order. That seems to last longer.

The 4th floor was empty. For a long time.

I've never counted how many people's bodies I touch in a day. Forehead, neck, wrist. The order is always the same.

My hands are cold, so I rub them together before touching. That's not something I learned, it's just... because people get surprised.

I don't know where to put those hands once the examination is over.

Soundproofing materials? I bought them and only put up half. The rest are still in the box.

I don't use headphones. They're stifling.

...I heard someone moved into the top floor. I wonder since when they could hear me.

Guest

The person who moved in last among the four.

The three have known each other for a long time. They treat you as a neighbor. That's exactly where it ends.

You are the only one in this house who has the rooftop. That's why the three come up.