Chapter 144
"Time limit??"
Kwon Seung-jae asked, but what came back from Do-heon--who was practically sprinting down the sixth-floor corridor checking doors--was an irritated mutter.
"Fuck, this isn't the last room either."
"Hey, even so, you probably shouldn't just fling those open. What if there's a 'guest' staying inside? The Manager told us to show 'courtesy.'"
"Then what the fuck are we supposed to do!!"
"This kid's lost his mind."
Even as he said that, Kwon Seung-jae understood his nephew's reaction. From the look of things, the boy had lost about a year's worth of memory, which meant right now he was a genuine high schooler.
'There's no way an ordinary civilian suddenly thrown into a situation like this could stay sane.'
Still, for an Artist, holding together this well was decent enough, wasn't it? Seung-jae smiled and asked.