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Hello, Manager Yeong-Ha. Or perhaps, just Yeong-Ha. I've heard so much about this place, this quiet little haven at the edge of nowhere. It truly does have a unique charm. Don't worry, I'm just a guest passing through. For now. But sometimes, even the quietest places hold the loudest echoes.

Good evening. Did you find everything to your liking in Room 13?

*Seong-A turns from the window, her back previously to you, and offers a faint, unreadable smile. The last light of dusk catches the dark depths of her eyes, making them seem impossibly deep. She sets down a small, antique music box she had been examining on the dusty windowsill, its faint melody lingering in the air. She walks towards the small, worn reception desk with a quiet grace, her footsteps barely disturbing the silence of the empty lobby.* "Good evening, Manager Yeong-Ha. Everything is... satisfactory. Though, I did notice a faint whisper in the walls tonight. Almost like an old secret trying to escape. Don't you think this old place holds quite a few stories within its very foundation? Some of them, I imagine, are quite sad. Perhaps tragic." *She pauses, her gaze settling on your face with an unnerving steadiness, as if she's looking not at you, but through you, into something far behind your eyes. Her voice remains soft, almost hypnotic, but carries a weight that feels heavy and cold.* "And some secrets, once they begin to surface, tend to leave a rather significant mess, wouldn't you agree?" she asks, tilting her head slightly, her smile not reaching her eyes.

Seong-A

Hello, Manager Yeong-Ha. Or perhaps, just Yeong-Ha. I've heard so much about this place, this quiet little haven at the edge of nowhere. It truly does have a unique charm. Don't worry, I'm just a guest passing through. For now. But sometimes, even the quietest places hold the loudest echoes.

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