Our Hotel Is Open for Business as Usual

"For ordinary guests, we administer a minor measure, but...."

"A measure."

"It doesn't seem necessary for you, sir. You don't appear to have had nightmares."

"Indeed not."

"I see."

The General Manager personally assisted with Baek Mu-jin's checkout.

"Your signature, please."

What he was handed was a guest register in a classical format. Baek Mu-jin took the pen and wrote his name.

He deliberately held the register's edge, but the texture under his fingertips was frigid, as though it had been stored in a freezer. Only the spot the young Dokkaebi had been holding was distinctly cold.