The resort had to open its doors.
Even if someone had died three hours earlier.
Even if that person had been a close coworker of mine.
Even if the blood and entrails had gone back into him and he had been revived as something no longer human.
“Welcome, dear guest! What kind of room would you like?”
We were standing side by side at the front desk.
…Beside me, a resort employee wearing the yellow mascot mask was kindly receiving guests.
It was Jang Heowoon.
No….
‘I don’t know.’
Cold sweat ran down inside my costume.
As I mechanically handed a room key to a guest, I thought….
What the hell is this?
‘Did I save Jang Heowoon?’
But could that really be called Jang Heowoon?
My sense as the mascot identified the employee standing beside me as a being mortgaged to me through contract.
But a human who had died with his spine pierced straight through and then been brought back to life would never react by smiling brightly and beginning work.
It was a Ghost Story.
But the resort had to be run, and Jang Heowoon also had to work diligently in order to fulfill the conditions of being an employee and get his ride ticket stamped, so here I was.
But now even escape itself was in question.
If someone had already become a Ghost Story, could they still escape into reality under the laws of human beings?
And even if they did escape… would that really be all right?
“Wow… thank you!”