A New Mascot?
What kind of insane nonsense is this?
I fell away from the desk at once. But nothing changed.
Congratulations on your appointment as the new mascot of Flower Golden Resort!
The words did not change.
And inside the manager’s office of the ruined Flower Golden Resort, the only one there was… me.
Wearing a monster-looking suit.
“……”
No way, did they judge costumed me to be a Ghost Story resident and just hire me as a mascot for A Fun Theme Park…?
It was a chilling guess, but the logic felt sloppy somehow.
This was a place where things that weren’t human came to have fun in the first place.
No matter how much of a Ghost Story it was, there had to be some kind of internal logic. It was strange for it to suddenly single only me out and make me a mascot. There had to be some reason for it….
Ah.
I recalled what I had done the last time I entered this theme park.
The yellow zone had already been in ruins.
And I had been the one who activated the gate leading there.
So, strictly speaking, I had… “reopened” this resort.
“……”
This is driving me insane.
I swallowed.
So that made me a mascot? Me?
I hurriedly checked my appearance, but I was still wearing the same combat suit with the monster form jutting out.
Another hint.
I examined the desk again, the one where the card with the message had been placed.
Beside the card sat an ink bottle.
And stuck in it was an antique feather pen.
“……”
Did they write the congratulatory message with this pen?
Remembering the gimmicks of various Ghost Stories, I sat down in front of the desk. I wondered whether I might be able to escape this situation by politely writing something like I must decline on the document with that pen.
But the moment I grabbed it—
…?!
…my hand moved on its own and began writing.
What is needed to begin resort operations
Staff 3
What the hell.
My hand kept scribbling.
The employment contracts seem to be in the desk drawer.
And just in time, there are guests who have arrived outside. If there are suitable candidates among them,…