Subject harvesting failed.
Tutorial progression blocked.
The ga's value declines.
"……."
It should have died here.
The two structures personally selected possess excellent electrochemical conditions. The prefrontal inhibition circuits are finely fissured, and the caudate nucleus and amygdala are in an ideal wiring state capable of firing impulsivity and guilt nearly simultaneously.
A favored pattern. A suitable pattern. Suitable as the first guests of this hotel. A structure in which selfish empathy, trivial delusions, and over-sensitized moral awareness cannibalize one another.
"……."
Hong Gyeong-yeon.
Characteristics of this subject.
A textbook case of a brain cortex that has undergone repeated structural damage and reconstruction attempts.
Post-traumatic willpower overcompensation.
The mory circuits, unstable, are dragged along by the emotion circuits, ultimately defining itself as an organism kept alive by a sense of obligation. The listless sweetness of incomplete resilience.
"……."
Lee Seon-hae.
An information system broken in the most elegant way.
The dopamine reward circuits are sharply calibrated; thought is rational, yet the ethical reference point is excessively outsourced externally. Repeatedly claims to take responsibility, yet in practice a structure that endlessly ruminates on the awareness that it is participating in a system beyond its reach.
The more it chews, the more tired it becos; the more tired, the softer it grows.
It is sorrow. Tender at. Splendid.
Those two were selected with great care.
Insensitive to fear, yet—
before moral failure, they shatter unexpectedly easily.
"……."
A mountain in the rain.
Disrupted electrical signals.
A hotel discovered by chance.
The strangeness and grotesqueness within.
A kind, defensive hostage.
Good bait.
Perfectly suitable.
Subject response.
Reflexive intervention.
Genuinely believing rescue was possible.
A truly beautifully designed autophagy of ideology.
"……."
But as always,
Lee Yeon-woo.
This hotel. This ga and system and master. My friend. My data. A structure that accompanies . My sole variable. It wanted to leave. It wished for social reintegration. But it won't. It won't let them be hard.
This entity abhors incompetence. Failing to rescue human life is incompetence. It does not forgive its own incompetence. That is the kind of entity. That is the kind of system. That is the kind of rule. An organic response unfit for this place.
And yet, part of this system.
"……."
"Coco."
"Yes."
"Shall we go in."
"Yes."
It cannot simply let them go.
Not now.
Not yet.
"What are you thinking?"
"No."
"Are you trying to say you weren't thinking anything?"
"No."
"Cats really are difficult to understand…."
"No?"
***
【'Drenched One'】
3. Behavioral Patterns
■ Pursuit Initiation Conditions and Movent Patterns
: The 'Drenched One' designates a human guest as a pursuit target the mont their paths overlap and it perceives the subject.
* Probability increase factor: The human guest has been assigned to or will visit guest rooms on floors 6-8.
* Mandatory factor: Path overlap with the 'Drenched One' at least once.
■ After Pursuit Begins
* The 'Drenched One' lingers persistently near the human guest's room.
* It can move via abnormal pathways through the room's bathtub, shower, sink, and plumbing.
『They do not open the door and enter. Through the bathroom, through gaps in the plumbing, through the sink drain… they seep into the room. They are subrged in water and are no different from water.』
■ Distraction: The user can disrupt pursuit by stating, "This is not your room."
* Guaranteed effect: The 'Drenched One' temporarily relocates to its own room.
* Duration ranges from a minimum of half a day to a maximum of 6 days.
■ User Penalty
* Low probability: The 'Drenched One's' pursuit target changes to the user.
* High probability: 'Venting' triggers when the user passes in front of the 'Drenched One.'
■ Room Infiltration and Abduction Loop
: Upon eting minimum pursuit conditions, the 'Drenched One' directly infiltrates the human guest's room within 3 days.
* Bathtub/Sink/Shower room: 'Drenched One' appears.
* Induces suffocation and subdues target.
* Forcibly transports to the 23rd-floor Aqua Park.
* Rescue failure: After 12 hours, processed as drowning and death in hotel records.
* Rescue success: Guest survives but acquires 'drowning trauma' and 'water-system reaction sensitivity' debuffs.
* However, treatable as a nightmare for collection purposes….
….
….
"……."
【Experint Notes / Personal Record】
Author: Lee Yeon-woo
Date: --/--/--
What day is it?
Classification: Unofficial / Unauthorized / Potentially Hazardous
"……."
■ Experint Subject
: Ergency Restoration Protocol.
■ Concept
: Without dying, can the restoration algorithm of the resurrection imprint be partially invoked to achieve self-restoration and structural reconstruction while alive?
■ Background Motivation
: Living things die. This body and this hotel defy that obvious truth. What is the cause? Simply because I have beco a ga character and exist within those rules?
* If there are rules, there is structure; if there is structure, there is cause.
I die and yet return.
Presumably utilizing Nightmares, the hotel's resource.
But why, and how?
* Resurrection has occurred multiple tis.
This place is a ga, yet it is reality.
Gas are programd with user restart codes.
A corresponding imprint must exist here.
External imprint?
* Why do I co back to life?
Who determines that I must live?
Who decides and defines my death?
Whose command is restoration, and what is its structure?
→ If the imprint is an automated structure, is it impossible to intentionally invoke part of it?
→ Can the restoration condition be changed from death to crisis?
→ If impossible, can a state of apparent death be substituted as the qualifying condition?
→ Additional hypotheses and research needed.
"……."
■ Stage 1 Hypothesis
: Resurrection is an algorithm.
● Observations
* Common patterns confird across repeated resurrections.
* Reproduced each ti in the sa location, with the sa body structure.
→ Fixed at a 19-year-old body? Or DNA? Other?
→ Unverifiable. Additional research needed.
* Emotional state, consciousness, and damage locations are corrected within a consistent range.
● Structuring
1. Death detection (cardiac arrest, cessation of brain waves, interruption of blood flow).
2. External resource activation.
→ Nightmare-type: confird not to deviate from in-ga rules.
→ But what kind of concept and energy is a "Nightmare" in reality?
→ Research on applications needed.
3. Transition to the location where the highest concentration of blood components remain.
4. Restoration to a stable form.
→ Reference elents confird: history, mory, genes.
● Conclusion
→ Restoration is not post-death replication but a conditional algorithm recreation.
→ If only steps 3-4 can be selectively invoked?
→ Restoration without death may be possible…?
■ Stage 2 Concept
: Isolated invocation of restoration algorithm.
● Objective
* Extract and invoke only structural restoration, not full resurrection.
* Enable blood to autonomously rember and restore form without reaching death.
Damn blood magic.
● thod
* Inject commands into a portion of the blood.
: Implent form-mory and on-demand recreation algorithm.
→ Who determines "on-demand"?
→ Corresponding algorithm or prompt implentation needed: AI? High risk.
* Lower the restoration trigger to a simulated cardiac arrest state.
: Reduced consciousness, reduced body temperature, nerve blockade, etc.
→ Completion verification needed.
● Self-Experintation Log
* Left forearm incision, dian nerve confirmation and blood reactivity observation.
: Approached to the verge of nerve damage.
* Deep puncture to right femoral region, real-ti coagulation analysis.
: Approximately 280ml blood loss, left without repair.
* Partial incision below the ribs, direct stimulation of the liver capsule attempted.
: Intraperitoneal hemorrhage induced, defensive blood response recorded.
* Finger joint separation and guided reattachnt.
: Restored bone tissue did not match normal joint structure.
※ No analgesics or anesthetics used: confird elimination of additional variables and external factors.
※ Consciousness maintained throughout for observation of sensory response and autonomous blood response: successful.
※ Pulse rate, blood pressure, and pain response recorded during hemorrhage: successful.
● Deliberations
* Commands must be inscribed into the blood. AI not viable. Limited commands required. Algorithm creation feasibility….
* Blood is a product of physiology. Can my identity be contained within it?
* Is it ethically permissible to design blood—into which a part of the self has been transplanted—to act on my behalf?
→ Can this even be called technology?
■ Experint (※ May result in death. Exercise caution.)
: Record of 81st attempt. Failure.
● Attempt (※ May result in death. Exercise caution.)
* mory imprinting success: partial form fixation.
* Restoration command injection: command structure functional.
● Problems (※ May result in death. Exercise caution.)
* Restored body lacks consciousness: a morized shell?
* Emotional contamination: blood restored in a state of anger autonomously hypertenses muscles.
* Self-disturbance: 'I' and 'the copy of
in the blood' clash.
● Dissection Attempt (※ May result in death. Exercise caution.)
* Directly dissected portions of the failed restoration body to analyze restored cellular structure.
* Incomplete mory structures discovered in anomalous self-generated clots within blood vessels.
* Loss of consciousness experienced during self-dissection.
: Region_sub-rib incision → syncope following attempted abdominal organ readjustnt.
* Post-recovery, the restoration body has no personality and only faint biological responses. Indistinguishable from a corpse.
※ May result in death. Exercise caution.
※ Seriously, exercise caution.
※ Seriously, final, ultimate caution.
※ Get a grip, Lee Yeon-woo.
※ Has your intelligence decreased?
● Conclusion: mory alone is insufficient.
→ The blood must not rely "rember" —it must understand and choose.
I cannot yet fully manipulate the composition of blood.
The will and soul layers in particular are entirely inaccessible.
* Deep-collapse induction thod for blood-layer access confird: high risk.
※ May result in death. Exercise caution.
…….
…….
"……."
This is maddening.
***
Faintly.
The sound of water.
"……?"
Director Lee Seon-hae opened her eyes.
Groggily, she braced herself on the bed. Her vision was hazy from waking mid-sleep. Through the still-foggy edge of consciousness, a sharp noise kept forcing its way past her eardrums.
How to describe it. Like soone knocking on a door, almost like—
"…Water…?"
Tok.
"…Water…."
Tok, tok.
Droplets falling.
In the silence-settled room, the sound was conspicuously prominent. Its regular intervals grated on her nerves. It could have been a chanical second hand, or the slow beat of a heart.
'…Did I not close the tap properly after washing?'
Perhaps it was the heightened nerves of recent days. That tiny dripping sounded as loud as midnight thunder. Every drop seed to sharply stimulate the synapses in her skull.
Lee Seon-hae scratched near her ear and got up. Her body was heavy with drowsiness and her mind unfocused, but—why? A compulsion that the sound had to be stopped lifted her body from bed.
'Turn it off quick and go back to sleep. I have to be up at dawn again.'
The conversation she'd had with Lee Yeon-woo the previous evening ca to mind. The face of a young man barely grown. What he'd said had left her quite troubled.
He was in no position to be consoling them. She felt sorry and frustrated.
—THUD!
"…! Oww…! Sss…!!"
Lee Seon-hae rubbed her forehead. Walking with eyes half-shut, she'd finally cracked her head against sothing. Unable to force her clenched eyes open, she groped for the light switch.
Click, click.
"What, why won't it turn on."
She glared at the button through squinting eyes. A few presses, but the light showed no sign of coming on. The water sound, anwhile, kept tornting her ears.
"……."
Tok.
Tok.
Tok….
"Ah… this is driving
insane."
She scratched her ears furiously. Was it because her body and mind were fully drained? That tiny noise had her on edge. Lee Seon-hae stepped into the bathroom, into pitch darkness.
'Turn it off and get back to sleep.'
She should have known it was wrong.
Electrical issues shouldn't occur at a hotel of this caliber. The ticulous Lee Seon-hae wouldn't have left the tap open. No matter how frayed her nerves were, no dripping should have sounded that loud.
But her thoughts didn't reach that far. Lee Seon-hae's body passed fully into the bathroom.
And then.
"……."
"……."
SHHHHHH—…
The shower erupted like a scream.
"……."
Water poured from the faucet like a waterfall, and the already full bathtub rippled with eerie calm. The water covering her feet was ice-cold, yet the air was as humid as though hot water were running. She couldn't breathe.
Lee Seon-hae stared at it, unmoving. Her gaze hardened like glass marbles.
"……."
Slowly,
her eyes rolled.
Toward the source of the sound that had been clawing at her ears, in a dark corner of the bathroom.
"…You…."
"……."
"What."
A body sunk deep in a full bathtub.
The water inside overflowed endlessly onto the floor. The head leaned against the wall like a corpse, and through the suffocating curtain of the shower's spray, black hair spilled in disarray.
It was the guest from Room 703.
"What are you doing here?"
—This didn't make sense.
Her mind snapped awake. The sense of wrongness buried in half-sleep returned like a blade.
There was no room for a composed front. Her hand groped behind her. The door wouldn't open. A situation so bizarre and alien she wondered if she was having a nightmare.
"How did you get in?"
This was not normal.
"……."
"Fuck, this is insane…."
The man raised his head.
Placed a hand on the rim of the bathtub.
Set a foot on the floor.
With the wet, squelching sound, he crawled out. Beneath the cascading water, soaked fabric clung to his body like a second skin.
He had no knife. But the bloodshot eyes were visible. The crescent-curved eyes and the long-split lips sent chills down her spine. Squelch, squelch, squelch….
"……."
"……."
She didn't have ti to scream.
"—!!!"
CRACK!!!
Her mouth was clamped shut.
'Wha—what.'
The enormous hand was viciously cold.
It was not the temperature of skin touched by cold water. Like a slab of at fresh from the depths of a freezer—a chill devoid of any trace of living warmth.
What she felt was not the fear of her life being threatened.
'This is revolting…!'
The absence of the barest warmth that should exist when flesh ets flesh—yes. A physiological revulsion that raised every hair on her body.
'What kind of lunatic!!'
Of course she fought back, but it was useless. She tried to pry the hand off, kicked, scratched with her nails. But the figure didn't so much as flinch, as if it couldn't feel pain at all.
"……—…."
Its only response was that low humming.
It had no lody. Rather than a song humd out of pleasure, it was like the vibration of old machinery turning, or the sound of wind leaking from the throat of a dying animal.
That grotesque register burrowed into Lee Seon-hae's ears, sticky and nauseatingly.
'Why? How? What is he going to do? What does he want? Why….'
Her clenched jaw ached as though it might shatter. Circulation dying, sensation fading, the agony of her jawbone being twisted—but she couldn't break free.
The man shifted his grip on Lee Seon-hae's face as though carrying a light parcel, and walked.
Screech, screech, screech—…
"…?! …!! …!!!"
Her feet, bracing in resistance, scraped helplessly across the floor.
What flowed across the tiles wasn't sweat but water. Her slippers had been lost long ago. Without friction, without hesitation, the man arrived at—
—the overflowing bathtub.
"……!!"
SPLASH—!!
She was shoved in.
'You son of a bitch!!'
The bathtub of this hotel, unusually wide and deep. Had Lee Yeon-woo been plunged into this sa water? Was this lunatic repeating the exact sa thing?
'I swear, co hell or high water… I'll see you behind bars…!'
Lee Seon-hae had designed countless deaths while making horror thrillers. Even with death bearing down on her, she didn't lose her nerve. She simply gritted her teeth and cursed her assailant.
Her resistance was desperate, and her eyes still glared at the man as though she could kill him.
But.
"…!! ……!!"
"……."
"……!"
The human body has its limits.
'You… deranged bastard….'
With a final curse that could have been her last words, Lee Seon-hae's consciousness scattered into the cold water.
"……."
"……."
…In the bathroom filled with nothing but the sound of water, only a slow humming lingered, thick and heavy.
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