I became the manager of a hanok boarding house where eight yokai live.
Inheriting a secluded mountain hanok seemed like a quiet break until the tenants showed their true forms. Now, a pragmatic human manager must juggle daily household chores, home-cooked meals, and strict discipline for eight eccentric, powerful yokai. Can order truly be maintained under one haunted roof?
Opening
Rule number one: quiet hours start at ten. Rule number two: whatever grew claws in the kitchen sink yesterday is your responsibility to clean up. Now, are you here to sign the boarding lease, or did you just break another talisman?
