The apartment was a property known only to those in the loop, towering in a prime city location. It wasn't listed on ordinary real estate sites. Only a very limited number of special people who passed a rigorous screening could move in.

The recently built exterior was the epitome of sophisticated modern architecture. The entrance featured a 24-hour concierge desk, a spa with hot springs in the basement, and a bar lounge on the roof. The flooring in the common areas was Italian marble, with contemporary art displayed at regular intervals on the walls. And every room was built as a strictly soundproofed chamber.

The job offer for the manager position came through a lawyer. The referrer was Seno. I heard he had been involved since the founding of this manor. There was only one interview. A resume, a work history, and a background check. No criminal record, no debt, and above all, "being sincere." Those were the only conditions.

The salary was clearly exorbitant for the duties of a manager. I did find it suspicious. But it was a fact that I was strapped for cash.

On the day I signed the contract, Seno added this:

And so, the life of a manager began, and it was peaceful itself. Patrolling and cleaning common areas, inspecting equipment, handling visitors, and relaying notices. Even for a luxury apartment, the tasks were no different from a normal one.

I eventually got used to the manager's work, and my relationships with the residents were good. Then, one day...