"So, where are we going?" Aera asked as she sat comfortably in the right spot of the car. She even put her safety belt on. "What" she exclaimed as she noticed Chan-sung's expression.

"You're funny." He giggled while trying to suppress laughter. "Your safety belt..err..why do you need it for?"

"Ahhh…old habit…I guess. I can take it off...if it bothers you." She added a bit hesitantly.

"No, that's alright. Now, focus on the moon. We need to find the hotel."

"Ohh, alright. Bye, Sanchez." She called as the car moved. Sanchez waved to them.

"Do not come late." He cried as loud as he could. "Goodbye, Aera!"

"He's so nice. You're lucky to have him."

"He lost his girlfriend in the night he wanted to propose to her. I helped him say goodbye. That's how he found about the hotel and ghosts. He's still scared of ghosts, but he has a big heart." Chan-sung explained as entered the highway. "Now, where?"

"Just keep going. Will you visit me there? I don't have any friends and I'm going to be very lonely." Her eyes looked for his and for a moment they met. Just a short moment as Chu-sung had to pay attention to the road ahead. She wasn't afraid, though. In fact, she thought it would be nice if he were to die and come with her to the hotel. They would be together. Forever.

"You should cross the bridge."

"I don't want to cross the bridge." She snapped. "I don't think I'm allowed to. I've killed myself. They will send me to hell or something like that."

"I'll help you. You won't go to hell."

"I'll wait for you there. Every day."

The moon shone brightly, but it seemed dead. Its silver light was so cold and emotionless. Chan-sung stopped the car in front of an old mansion. It looked as if it hadn't been inhabited for years.

"Do you think there are ghosts inside?" Aera asked innocently. Chun-sung laughed, but he decided not to remind her that she'd died.

"Let's hope they are not evil spirits. They could be dangerous. But I don't think they could harm you." He tried to calm her down.

"Are you still willing to go? To the hotel. " She clarified. "I don't know if this is the place. It looks more like a cottage than a hotel."

"Let's go." He encouraged her.

Something cracked under their feet causing Aera to jump in fear. It was difficult to notice much in the night, but even under the cover of the night, the place seemed desolate. Only a few small flowers had managed to survive from what once used to be a magnificent garden. The mansion wasn't any better. The painting was old and the wooden door looked as if it would fall any moment.

"Chun-sung, I'm scared." Aeria cried.

He gently opened the door and, to his astonishment, he discovered he was inside a hotel. But it was so different from the Hotel del Luna. It wasn't so glamorous and bright as he remembered it. Instead, it had a more masculine aura. The flowerish-sweet combination of colours Man-wol used to like so much was replaced by darker shades. The entire place was designed to emanate power and a military-like order.

"She wants a room here," Chan-sung announced as a young man finally came to him. "And I would like to speak with the owner."

"But…you're…"

His young age was the only feature he seemed to have in common with the former receptionist. While Hyun-joong was always smiling and childish, the new receptionist was serious and even a bit scary. Chu-sung wondered how he'd died, but he didn't say it aloud.

"I'm alive." Chan-sung clarified. "I used to work at the former hotel. Hotel del Luna. As a manager. So, I know some things about this hotel and its guests." He continued with a polite smile on his face.

"Mr. Lee is a bit busy now, but if you'd be patient and wait for a while. I'll return as fast as I can. Just…."

"Let's see the hotel," Chun-sung suggested. "I didn't come that far to wait at the door."

"Wow….." Aera exclaimed amazed as they stepped inside the waiting room. Chan-sung's first impression was quite accurate. A gentle smile bloomed on his face as he remembered his little confrontation with Man-wol over his taste in wearing brown shoes. He wonders what she would say if she were to see the classic allure of the place.

"Do you like it?"

"It looks a bit eerie, but everything is so expensive and…it's huge. Look at the marble stairs…and the lamps..is it crystal? The ornaments…. I've never been to such a luxurious hotel." She declared amazed.

"May I help you?" A sweet woman greeted them. "Which is your room?" She asked politely.

She reminded Chang-sung of Mrs. Choi even though she didn't look at all like the former housekeeper. Chang-sung smiled warmly.

"I'm waiting for the owner. I used to work as a manager at the former hotel…and…I was curious. I miss that time."

"Are you alive?" The sweet housekeeper squeaked in surprise. Chun-sung nodded. "I'm so sorry, sir. We are used to … we sometimes couldn't figure the difference."

"No offense taken. When I first started to work at a hotel like this I was very scared by the ghosts. But after I managed to help some people cross the bridge, I started to figure out how important my job was. But I failed, too, and I swore it would never happen again. Some bad guy filmed her and then sold the videos. She found it when it was, too late. They made a fortune by selling illegal content. She killed herself because of grief. Then, as a ghost, she went into a rampage. She was turned to ashes by the cold Mago. I still blame myself for not saving her. I was too scared of her." Chang-sung went on.

"We all run this risk by deciding to stay rather than cross the bridge." The sweet woman admitted.

"You must have your reasons. I won't ask you to tell me your story, but I promise I'll do what I can to help you….and the others. Including the owner." He promised. "I'm Chung-sung. She's Aera. She's like you."

"I will like to work at the hotel, too." Aera exclaimed in love with everything she noticed inside the hotel.

"She refuses to leave," Chun-sung explained.

"I'll leave when you do." Aera declared.

"If you're going to work here, we…I might tell you my story." The lady said as if trying to put an end to their conflict. "Now, I need to look after the other guests." Chung-sung knew she was making excuses to leave, but it was alright. She would come to speak with him one day. Tell him about her sorrow. Her regrets. But first, he needed to hear another story.

"Why do you kill yourself?" He asked out of the blue.

Her dark eyes met his. What was she supposed to say?

"I don't know. I felt sad and lonely. Stuck. I wanted it to end. But…everything is lonelier and miserable now."