Escaping the Mystery Hotel Chapter 0: Prologue - A Strange Dream

I had a strange dream.

It was on a windy February night. During the short break before the start of university after graduating high school and sitting the entrance exam, in this period of ti that would probably be one of the few golden ages of a person’s life, I went on a backpack trip.

My exam results weren’t bad so I managed to get quite a large sum of money from my parents, had a leisurely trip and was also able to stay at a hotel in Jeju Island near the end of it.

Laying my body and mind exhausted from a whole day tour on the hotel bed, I dozed off to sleep when sothing strange began to happen.

When I ca to myself, I noticed myself standing in the midst of an area covered in misty fog. Looking around, I found several figures of dark shadows standing next to .

For so reason, I felt urged to move forward.

In less than a minute, I found a table and on the table were dozens of strange sculptures.

Choose your destiny.

Destiny? How could a small piece of sculpture like this decide my destiny?

But feeling a peculiar urge to pick sothing up, I was staring at the sculptures when one by one, they began to ‘disappear’. At this rate, there would be none left for to pick up so I was starting to be flustered when a sculpture of an owl unknowingly entered my sight. I quickly picked it up.

That was when an announcent appeared in front of .

Welco, esteed guests, to Hotel Pioneer!

Ever since our establishnt in 1847, Pioneer has a proud long history of being positively received by nurous guests with our countless mystiques and endless treasures. Of course, every treasure is bound to be followed by equal risk. We sincerely hope that our esteed guests achieve the intended goal at Pioneer!

Now, it is ti for your adventure.

What did this an?

It wasn’t just one or two things that were strange. Firstly, the hotel I was staying in did not have a grandiose na like ‘Pioneer’ and let alone 1947 which would already be ridiculous, 1847 was just way too absurd.

Was there a hotel during the Joseon Dynasty? Mystiques and treasures? Risk? Adventure? There was not a single word I could understand and as I was about to be confused beyond what I could handle, my mind turned dizzy and crumbled down.

Aha, so this is what they call a lucid dream! Am I going to faint again now? Thinking of how mysterious a dream this was, my consciousness fell into the darkness.