Escaping the Mystery Hotel

- Kim Ahri -Whoosh!

I held my trembling legs with both hands.

I never realized how strong the wind would be on the rooftop.

From the rooftop of the building disguised as a publishing house, I looked down at the city below.

Even though it was close to midnight, the city was still filled with the glow of neon signs, the hustle and bustle of restaurants, lively bars, and the vibrancy of people radiating through the world.

Have I ever seen a world so beautiful?

Yet here I am, on this rooftop, ready to jump.

I thought about finding a better way, but I couldn't come up with anything more certain than suicide.

An event more unimaginable, horrifying, and unfortunate than “my death”—could there be a more definite answer?