Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

Step, step.

I was quietly walking through an exhibition that plucked out human eyes. And next to me was someone who perfectly fit the 'human trash' archetype in a horror story.

'I really wish Baek Saheon would just keep quiet and act like a human totem.'

On the way here, I'd seen horrifying shadows crawling on the floor a few times from a distance. Each time, I couldn't be more thankful to have someone with me...

'As long as I don't let my guard down. That's the key.'

Braun spoke to me in a tone that suggested he was amused.

– Mr. Roe Deer, this fellow talks in such an interesting way. It's almost like he's someone else entirely.

'Do you hate it?'

– Not at all! It's utterly fascinating. It's as though he's created a more exaggerated... persona for the sake of a show.

Hm. That's a fair point.

– So, is leaving this magnificent exhibition your ultimate goal?

That's correct.