Hammond Hotel (8)

Hunting Dog stared intently at my crotch through his eye sockets, while Kang Chae-young watched him from behind.

I chose it to confirm exactly where his gaze was directed, but is this why you shouldn't focus only on efficiency?

Fortunately, the important thing wasn't some badge pinned to my crotch.

Why is an employee—Hunting Dog, of all people—standing in front of the door?

I still remembered how, on the first day, an unpleasant presence had waited silently outside our door.

But the situation didn't feel like that at all now.

[…….]

As we stood there blankly, Hunting Dog held out his palm first.

“Looks like he wants the survey, right?”

“You don't have to tell me twice.”...