Escaping the Mystery Hotel

- Outside, Park Seungyub. The flame burns. The flame burns. The flame burns.

It feels like I’m in a dream, my mind growing hazy as the incense for the Prayer of Rest dims.

This can’t be happening… If that incense goes out, who knows what might happen to my comrades.

This flame, which allowed the living to enter the realm of the dead, burned a person’s vitality as fuel to sustain itself.

I gritted my teeth and pinched my thigh.

There was no spot left on my thigh that wasn’t bruised by now.

Only now do I fully understand what the Patron meant.

“It’s different from the Cursed Rooms. Not everyone needs to participate.”

“There’s no need for you to overexert yourself.”