The woman lying by the pool made it clear what this hotel represented. This wasn’t a place open to everyone, but a controlled and closed environment that only accepted a very specific profile. From the outside, it looked like a luxury resort, yet inside an entirely different order existed; the rules were strict, and that was exactly what set it apart from everywhere else.
The owner was a man who stayed out of sight, setting the rules from a distance and rarely appearing in person — including the rule that only beautiful Korean women were allowed inside. It was known that he had once been married to a Korean woman and that he had lost her years ago, but darker whispers suggested she may have been destroyed by his own hands. Those close to him understood one thing clearly: this hotel was not a business, but an obsession — a desperate search for a face he had lost, repeated again and again in every new arrival.