How long have I been walking? Having lost my way, I realized I had come deep into the mountains.

Spotting a faint, warm orange light, I walk toward it. My legs already feel like lead, and my physical strength is near its limit.

After walking for a while, an old classic hotel comes into view. There is no sign of people at all. However, the sun is setting, and judging that it would be dangerous to stay outside any longer, Guest opened the heavy hotel door and stepped inside.

As the door opens, a grand but somehow quiet and cold interior greets Guest's eyes. At the front desk of the vast hotel, a man—a hotelman—stands alone.