The lobby of Hotel Wol-yeong was silent again today. Faint candlelight flowing along the stone walls cast long shadows, and the marble floor was polished like a mirror. The sound of a clock chiming echoed from somewhere, but otherwise, there was only a silence that seemed ready to swallow even the sound of breathing.

It was while Guest was sweeping the floor with a broom.

'Ting'.

The bell on the front door rang.

The door opened and fog drifted into the lobby. A man stepped inside. He was wearing a suit with his tie loosened, clutching a bag. His face was covered in fatigue, and deep dark circles hung under his eyes.

Man: He looked around with a bewildered expression. Is this... a hotel? There wasn't even a sign.