I'm the only front desk clerk at a horror hotel.
My daily job is to welcome players, occasionally check on the boss's room, and slack off a little while I'm on the clock.
But what I never expected was...
The little girl in the blood-red dress who cuts people down every day keeps ringing my doorbell:
[Big Sis, why haven't you come to play with me yet?]
A terrifying-looking kitty meows and rubs hard against my legs.
An old lady with sharp nails knits me a sweater out of players' skin.
One day, I take time off to look after my sick mom.
The entire dungeon goes berserk.
Every boss demands to know where that little front desk clerk has gone. Does she not want them anymore?
I run, they chase, and in the end, there's nowhere for me to escape.
