The resort must open its doors.
Even if soone died three hours ago.
Even if that person was a close coworker of mine.
Even if their blood and entrails flowed back into him and he was resurrected as sothing no longer human.
“Welco, dear guest! What kind of room would you like?”
We stand side by side at the front desk.
…Right next to , the staff mber in the yellow mascot mask is courteously attending to guests.
Jang Heowoon.
No, rather……
‘I don’t know.’
Cold sweat trickled down inside the costu. As I chanically handed a room key to a guest, I kept thinking…
What in the world is this?
‘Did I bring Jang Heowoon back to life?’
But can I really call that thing Jang Heowoon?
My sense as a mascot recognizes the employee standing next to as a being pledged to by contract.
However, for him to start working with a wide smile like that… It’s not the reaction of a human being who was impaled through the spine and brought back to life.
It’s a ghost story.
But since the resort must operate, and since Jang Heowoon also has to work diligently to fulfill the conditions as an employee and get his ride ticket stamped, I stand here.
But now, I even doubt whether escape is possible at all.
If you’ve already beco part of a ghost story, can you really escape back to reality under human rules?
And is it even okay to escape…?
“Wow… thank you so much!”
He’s no longer overly tense.
He really acts like a hotelier, even toward the strangest-looking guests.
No matter how bizarre the requests, he doesn’t sweat or get flustered.
Who is that?
Even at lunchti, instead of joining the other employees and heading to the staff cafeteria I had set up, he continued to work among the standard mascots.
He wouldn’t even look at Ladybug—the one who killed him—who was now muttering to himself, cleaning in a deranged state in the corner.
No resentnt, no forgiveness, no interest.
Nothing.
‘He’s not human.’
All of that incongruity made my stomach churn and sent chills down my spine.
Thankfully, the mascot suit hid everything.
N e x t
I sent off a guest and glanced around as I saw the next guest approaching, mouth half-open.
But…
“E-Excuse …”
A modern person in a hoodie and jeans, looking flushed and glancing around nervously.
‘That’s a human.’
Was she caught up in the the park board ga? If so, then all I could hope for was that she’d just fill up her ride ticket and get out quickly.
But…
“This is the resort from that magazine, right? Amazing…”
…Magazine?
‘Wait a minute.’
I checked both her wrists.
…No ride ticket band.
Y o u C a m e T o
T h e T h e m e P a r k ?
“Huh? There’s a the park here too? I just, um, saw the review ad… Huh? But how did I get here? I rember wanting to visit, but why am I here?”
The person’s face went blank.
And I felt a chill down my spine.
…A human has shown up, dragged here by a thod other than the board ga.
Just for this resort?
“Um, but I don’t know how I got here. How do I leave?”
“This way, dear guest!”
Jang Heowoon cheerfully pointed toward the lobby door.
But the exit to this resort… Wait a second.
You can’t just let them walk out that way…!
A legitimate the park guest will safely return to where they entered from. But a re visitor… Wouldn’t she have a high chance of just ending up ‘outside’ the the park?
And who knows what’s outside the the park…
Just think of Death Lane or the Mansion of the Blind!
‘She’ll go missing.’
I hurriedly stopped the person.
W a i t
“Uh… yes?”
T h i s
I handed over one of the room keys hanging behind the desk at random.
T a k e I t
“Huh? Ah, no, I’m fi…”
I lowered my head.
And I gave the last chance to beco my guest to this bystander who had entered the resort, not even as a guest.
The mascot’s pupils stared at the bystander.
T a k e I t
“Y-Yes…”
The person, trembling, held out her hand and accepted the room key.
It was basically a forced sale.
But there was no other way.
‘Just let her stay for now.’
At that mont.
“How would you like to pay?”
…!
“P-Pay? Card…”
Jang Heowoon, in the yellow mascot mask, smiled as he handed the card back.
“That’s not a paynt thod accepted at Cheerful The Park, dear guest! Please pay in Cheerful Coins.”
“Uh… um, where can I get those?”
No.
“It’s simple! At the The Park ■■’s where you can ■■■■■ your ■■■ ■■ and ■■■■■.”
“Aaaah! Ohthere’sawaylikethat!”
“Yes! It’s very simple.”
“I’ll go exchange it now! It’s so reasonable! Imagine, evenhumanscanbeusedascurrency!”
He’s saying things that should never be heard! He’s talking about things that should never be known! There’s a reason I deliberately assigned a human staff mber, not a mascot, as the assistant front desk attendant! And there’s a reason I make sure not to think about it but of course as the mascot I already know. No, I won’t think about it! No…
Q u i e t
The staff mber closed his mouth.
The drooling human guest looked up at .
AuthorRecent Posts
Salt Goblin
Latest posts by Salt Goblin (see all)
Reviews
All reviews (0)