Baek Saheon opened his eyes.
Or rather, it would be more accurate to say that he hadn’t slept a wink.
Ever since entering ‘Horizon Mountain Lodge’, his nerves had been on edge, searching for a way to leave this place alive and intact.
Half of his efforts were spent trying to stay on Kim Soleum’s good side, carefully walking on eggshells to gauge the guy’s mood.
He felt no shame about it—it was necessary for survival.
…Even now, as he debated whether to visit Kim Soleum’s room, it was for the same reason.
‘I need information, anything I can use.’
Was Kim Soleum really a lunatic?
More specifically, why had he… saved him?
Baek Saheon already knew the truth. There had been multiple opportunities at the exhibition for Kim Soleum to kill him or use him as a scapegoat, but he hadn’t.
Sure, he had been messed with a few times, but in the end…
He probably did it for fun. It’s only because keeping me alive would make things more unpredictable and entertaining for that bastard!
Baek Saheon jumped to that conclusion. He’d never encountered such a madman in his life before.
‘…Even so, I doubt he’d lie about something important.’
With a strange sort of faith, he opened his door—
Something stood in front of it.
The now-darkened lodge was steeped in shadows, making it difficult to recognize the figure immediately.
A man of similar height to himself.
Startled, but strangely relieved.
Better him than a stranger. At least Kim Soleum wouldn’t try to kill him.
But as Baek Saheon’s eyes adjusted to the dim light, he noticed something in Kim Soleum’s hand.
He almost rubbed his one remaining eye in disbelief before a plausible explanation struck him.
“That’s… for self-defense against the killer, right…?”
But then, another thought entered Baek Saheon’s mind.
The texts Kim Soleum had been sending.
[watch out for serial killers]
What if those texts weren’t warnings…
…But a prediction of the future?
The axe came down on his head.
A couple leaving their room heard a melody faintly blending with the heavy rain.
Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmmmm, hmm-hmm-hmm.
“Isn’t that the song that played when our car’s GPS broke?”
“Omo, it does sound like it… Is this some local radio station?”
Breathing in the damp, eerie morning air, they held their cassette tape tightly like a treasure as they passed through the hallway to the kitchen.
They saw something stuffed into the kitchen hearth.
It looked like someone had detonated fireworks and toys inside, charring the area completely black.
Among the dark-red ashes, two stick-like objects jutted out, bent at odd angles.
And at the end of those sticks…
The sneakers were partially burned, still clinging to what used to be a person’s feet.
“Oh my God! Is that… a person?!”
“Aigoo, aigoo, what is this— what’s happening— aigoo!!”
The couple’s screams of horror echoed through the lodge, quickly drawing the others downstairs.
One by one, the others joined the chaos, their faces pale.
“What’s going— AAAAHHH!!”
The students, the middle-aged driver—no one was immune to the panic.
One person, claiming earlier to have a sore throat and only communicating via notes, collapsed to the ground, his face drained of color.
But… weren’t there two people who said they were office workers?
The couple pointed at the burned feet sticking out of the hearth.
“The young man who came with you… is it him? The one with the eye patch?”
The remaining office worker stared at the scorched sneakers, covering his mouth, and gave a small nod.
A person they had talked to just yesterday.
As the realization set in, cries and screams filled the room again.
“Call 119 right now!”
“What the hell is this?! Fuuuuck!!”
“I told you these old kitchens were dangerous! One small fire and look what happens!”
But in their hearts, a small voice whispered doubts.
‘Was it really an accident?’
Could a fire burn only a person, leaving everything else untouched… and in such a horrific state?
Still in a state of panic, the group scrambled for their phones.
A collective chill ran down their spines.
“T-The phone isn’t working. There’s no dial tone!”
“Where’s the caretaker? Someone just died here!”
But the caretaker, who had promised to take good care of them, was nowhere to be found, as if he’d vanished into thin air.
The dark, rain-soaked mountain surrounding the lodge.
Inside the lodge, only the group and the humming remained…
Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmmmm, hmm-hmm-hmm.
Outside, an unrelenting downpour lashed the area, and there were signs that a landslide had occurred overnight, burying the bus stop in debris.
“The road… it’s completely buried.”
That’s when the group began to realize.
Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmmmm, hmm-hmm-hmm.
Something was seriously wrong.
“I-I swear, that thing… it was moving earlier.”
Near the hearth where the charred remains lay, a small, old analog cassette player emitted the humming sound.
Hmm, hmm-hmm, hmmmm, hmm…
One of the students switched off the cassette player and pulled something from inside it.
A worn ivory-colored tape.
The pale-faced office worker shakily pulled out his notebook, his trembling hands scribbling quickly.
[This looks like the cassette Baek Saheon had…]
And that’s when the nightmare truly began.