Trapped in a Neapolitan Ghost Story Hotel

As soon as I possessed this body, I was kicked out of my home for falling behind on rent.

I was dirt poor, with nothing to my name but this body.

In the end, I had no choice but to find a job that provided room and board.

As luck would have it, an incredible position had just opened up at the employment office.

“There’s actually a rumor that ghosts appear at the hotel. Plus, it’s full-time work.”

“Wow, do Satanic employers like that still exist in this day and age?”

No wonder such a sweet gig was still available.

Anyway, I successfully landed a job as an employee at a hotel tucked away in a quiet location.

[Gryphias Hotel Employee Work Regulations]

5. If someone plays the violin on the second-floor terrace, there is a possibility they are not a guest. Never go to check, and you must not fall asleep until the performance ends.

I felt like I had seen these rules somewhere before. A Neapolitan ghost story, definitely.

The hotel had plenty of suspicious aspects, but I was slowly adapting.

Except something seemed off about my coworker.

“I only need you, noona.”

“Edmund, you… shouldn’t say things like that so carelessly with that face.”

“Why? It’s true. You’re someone special to me.”

I ended up falling victim to a face attack. *