This was hell. He was in hell. Literal hell. Maybe he never moved from Korea, maybe he did die during his suicide attempt and now this was hell. His own private hell. One that he deserved, most likely. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before leading the way and pressing for the elevator, the keys in his hands.

Once the door opened, he walked inside and then pressed for the floor. Top floor, of course. All the best guests stayed there, it was the nicest view and the best rooms.

"You always need floor five. Go left once you exit." He didn't know what else to say so he just focused on watching the numbers, his mouth oddly dry.