Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

The Black Tortoise Team of the Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau directly experiences all sorts of bizarre ghost stories.

It’s a little different from initial investigations or cleanup work. During the rescue process, they often become completely immersed in these ghost stories, truly experiencing them firsthand.

But today was unusual.

"Ti, Team Leader."

"Shh."

The leader of Black Tortoise Team 3, Agent Haegeum, pressed down on her team member's head.

[Flower Golden Resort]

Five hours had already passed since they arrived at this strange location.

And the agents had noticed quite a few bizarre anomalies.

The staff at this resort were all human.

And aside from the newbie agent from the Disaster Management Bureau standing at the front desk, most of them seemed to be maintaining their sanity.

At least, it appeared that way on the surface.

Could this be possible in a supernatural disaster?

"But, there’s one more strange person,” one of the team members muttered.

"The room service attendant!"

Their gazes shifted to the front desk.

"Hello, I'm the room service attendant, Ladybug!"

The cheerful-voiced employee, who introduced herself as Ladybug over the phone, was wearing a costume that resembled the resort’s bizarre mascot, not a ladybug at all.

... Just like a new recruit in the cleanup team.

‘What on earth happened here?’

Only these two had their identities erased and were now wearing mascot masks.

When they asked if they had been 'corrected' for not performing their duties properly, everyone shook their heads.

"That’s not it!"

"If we had to explain… it's more like... goodwill?"

Goodwill?

The strange choice of words created a sense of unease.

But beyond that, no one seemed to provide a clear answer about what had happened.

"The mascot said no."

"Please check the work regulations."

Ah, those work regulations.

Agent Haegeum reluctantly opened the "Work Regulation Manual for Resort Employees," which the mascot kindly handed her, only to squeeze her eyes shut.

There were 37 rules in total.

The dense text hinted at all the horrific consequences that could unfold in this resort.

"Typical, right, Team Leader?"

That was true. But somehow…

"Welcome!"

It was just too peaceful.

The staff didn’t seem to feel the pressure or anxiety that the work regulations were inducing.

Even when they saw two people who had completely lost their identities and had become accessories to the resort, they weren’t horrified. Instead, they calmly went about their duties.

They greeted the mascot and even chatted with each other.

They even glanced at their approaching colleagues for a moment, only to quietly scatter.

"..."

It felt strange.

Guests with bizarre and dangerous traits continued entering this beautiful resort, yet all they had to do was greet them at the entrance.

The division of labor was thorough.

One team member was sent to a different location, and civilians to be rescued were placed elsewhere.

Isolation.

But at any moment, they could still go to greet the guests. The work regulations were only suggestions for employees, not mandatory.

‘This is odd.’

Time passed naturally and calmly, but bizarre things were slowly unfolding like they were seeping in.

"..."

• See you next time~