Death House.
This Western-style mansion in the forest on the outskirts had long since fallen into ruin. Yet today, this once-dead silent area was filled with noise once again.
"So this is Death House."
Stepping out of the car, the host slightly furrowed her brows as she stared at the enormous, dilapidated mansion before her. As the host of "Exploring Suicide Holy Lands," she had visited many suicide sanctuaries. But this place clearly felt stranger than any of them. It was not merely gloomy and eerie—there was also an indescribable sense of something... wrong.
The host shook her head, then looked toward her assistant.
"Is everyone here?"
"Everyone's here..."
Facing the host's question, the assistant answered in a low voice while uneasily glancing around. Seeing her assistant looking so distracted, the host frowned in displeasure.
"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"No, it's just... who is that?"
The assistant spoke in a low voice while pointing to the side. The host followed her finger and saw a tall, powerfully built man standing beside the director. He wore a black trench coat and sunglasses, and looked vicious enough to scare people away. Just standing there, he made everyone reluctant to approach.
"I—I don't know either."
The host was startled when she saw the man. As a senior host at the television station, she naturally knew about the unspeakable relationship between the entertainment industry and the underworld. But this variety show was not particularly popular, and it had never had any dealings with the underworld before.
"Could this be some gang's territory?"
"That's not impossible... I'll ask the director."
As she spoke, the host took out her phone and sent the director a text. The director was clearly not far away, but she would rather send a message from where she stood