The mountain lodge was a mess—a pentagram drawn in blood and dismembered body parts strewn across the living room.
In this macabre scene stood the civil servant, holding a butcher’s knife before a fainted woman.
From the second-floor railing, I watched it all.
If I didn’t know it was fake, I myself might have fainted at such a grotesque sight.
But the lodge caretaker who entered through the back door was polite as ever.
“Did you have a comfortable stay?”
As if that were possible.
Still, there was no point in wasting energy responding, so I simply stayed silent.
The caretaker didn’t waste time on clichés like, ‘I stayed out of your way so you could rest undisturbed.’
“Three days have passed. The time has come.”
“You may now exchange the cassette tapes for the inheritance of this lodge.”
No one has died up to this point though?
This is where chaos erupts, where people start killing each other.
The accumulated fear and trauma must reach a peak before the cassette tapes will release their survivors.
‘That’s why I made sure to create it.’
The fear and trauma, that is.
Modern sensibilities didn’t make it any less distasteful, but I’d scared them enough to believe they were really dying.
It seemed my efforts had paid off.
The caretaker recited his lines, and the fact that the living room was still peaceful, without bloodshed, proved it.
Of course, this peace wouldn’t last.
The caretaker’s first approach was toward the fainted ‘wife’ on the sofa.
“Would you like to exchange your cassette tape?”
“Mmh, what… H-Huuh? AAAAHHHHH!!”
The woman woke up screaming, stumbled a few times, and bolted out of the lodge.
‘She would’ve been better off staying unconscious.’
Unbothered, the caretaker turned and addressed the next person.
“Would you like to exchange your cassette tape?”
The civil servant stared at the caretaker for a moment before speaking slowly.
“I’ll reveal my decision last.”
“Understood. In that case…”
The caretaker turned to the final person.
Despite his tattered clothing, his speech carried the refined cadence of Seoul’s old aristocracy.
“Would you like to exchange your cassette tape?”
‘I’ve worked like a deckhand on a shrimp boat for the past three days to get to this point.’
Entrants are promised significant monetary rewards if they stay within the Disaster for a designated period.
This was why I had gone so far as to play the role of a serial killer.
I retrieved the cassette tapes from a backpack belonging to the deceased college student.
Even Baek Saheon’s tape.
“Six tapes. You are guaranteed first priority for the exchange.”
As the caretaker spoke, his tone momentarily revealed his excitement before reverting to politeness.
“You may now claim ownership of this lodge, sir. Would you like to?”
If an entrant choses to inherit the place of Disaster (Horizon Mountain Lodge) as their reward, their altered psyche would become permanently tied to it.
Even if my ‘serial killing’ was a ruse, there was no need to risk taking on such a burden.
‘But I can’t just make a random exchange or refuse outright either.’
Whether you exchange the tapes for gold, garbage, nothing at all, or even burn the lodge to the ground, the cycle restarts.
When the next round comes, the serial killer’s items are redistributed, drawing new victims to this very place.
The lodge would reappear as if nothing had happened, perpetuating the carnage.
‘I’m pretty sure if I make the exchange, the people I pretended to kill and hid will all actually die.’
There was this record.
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Personnel : 8 conscripts, 1 civil servant (Grade-8).
The civil servant was successfully designated as the serial killer but deviated during the third murder, using a special item instead of the provided poison.
Attempted to conclude the disaster without killing conscripts by inducing near-death states.
Outcome : 1 civil servant survived (refused the exchange).
※ The conscript in a near-death state was later confirmed to have died after choking on vomit post-exchange.
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The idea of locking everyone up so they couldn’t escape during a fire, conveniently preventing their survival? That’s how I’d end up a genuine serial killer.
Even if these people were destined to die in this cursed tale, it would still feel wrong.
Let me respect my humanity, however fragile it may be.
After much consideration, I made my choice.
“I want to exchange one cassette tape for the employment contract of the lodge caretaker.”
The caretaker seemed momentarily stunned.
“My employment contract?”
The Supernatural Disaster Management Bureau typically aims to eliminate curses .
The insane pharmaceutical company I work for aims to ensure employees escape while deftly preserving and managing phenomena—it’s never about actually resolving anything.
For Daydream Inc., these ghost stories might serve as raw material supply sources, but for the government, they’re just catastrophes to be dealt with.
This difference has even inspired some creative reinterpretations in the wiki.
In short, government-managed phenomena can… ‘successfully disappear’.
The lodge caretaker announces the contract period has ended with this exchange.
The location of the lodge becomes an empty lot, with no signs of paranormal activity to date.
This is the official conclusion of the last recorded investigation into this phenomenon. A definitive end.
‘Why not terminate it before the next cycle even begins?’
That’s how I arrived at this.
“I assume your current employment contract is tied to the previous lodge owner. I’d like to transfer that contract to myself.”
Not taking the lodge itself, but inheriting the caretaker’s employment rights and terminating his contract?
If I could replicate the scenario in the official records, this Disaster could finally conclude.
I waited for the caretaker’s response. And…
“It is… theoretically possible.”
“However, with all due respect, the employer must meet certain qualifications.”