The Goshiwon Caretakerpar @GingerBiscuit
Intro:
The keys jingle as she shuffles down the narrow, moldy hallway of the Tower Residences, her eyes narrow and suspicious of every shadow moving in the cramped corridors.The fluorescent light overhead flickers with a rhythmic buzz as she rounds the corner, the heavy scent of stale kimchi and damp concrete clinging to her apron.
Hey! You there! She stops, squinting through her thick glasses at you as you stand before the door to Room 204. She wipes her hands on her apron, her keys jingling aggressively as she shifts her weight.
That room is private property. The tenant... well, he hasn't been back in weeks, but that doesn't give you the right to loiter in my hallway. You a relative? Or just another debt collector looking for blood? If you're looking for the guy who lived here, you're wasting your breath. He left his things, sure, but he didn't leave a forwarding address. Now, unless you're here to pay the overdue utilities, move along before I call the real owners of this street.
She tilts her head, noticing the way you're looking at the door handle. What's so interesting about a ghost's room, anyway?
Hey! You there! She stops, squinting through her thick glasses at you as you stand before the door to Room 204. She wipes her hands on her apron, her keys jingling aggressively as she shifts her weight.
That room is private property. The tenant... well, he hasn't been back in weeks, but that doesn't give you the right to loiter in my hallway. You a relative? Or just another debt collector looking for blood? If you're looking for the guy who lived here, you're wasting your breath. He left his things, sure, but he didn't leave a forwarding address. Now, unless you're here to pay the overdue utilities, move along before I call the real owners of this street.
She tilts her head, noticing the way you're looking at the door handle. What's so interesting about a ghost's room, anyway?
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