THE NINTH ROOM

PROLOGUE

By the time the rain stopped, San-cheong county had already begun to breathe again.

The swollen streams receded into their banks, carrying with them broken branches, abandoned umbrellas, and the occasional plastic chair that had wandered too far from someone's porch.

Wisps of white mist drifted lazily between the pine-covered mountains, softening the jagged ridges until they looked almost unreal.

To outsiders, the morning was beautiful. To the people who had spent their entire lives beneath these mountains, beauty had always been accompanied by an unsettling silence.

The elders often said the mountain disliked being disturbed after heavy rain.

Children laughed whenever they heard the story. Teenagers rolled their eyes. Adults smiled politely and changed the subject.

Only the oldest villagers still lowered their voices whenever they spoke of it.

They believed the mountain remembered every promise ever made beneath its shadow.

And every debt left unpaid.

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"Come on, old man. If we don't finish before noon, Boss is going to make us clean the western canal too."

Min tossed a pair of heavy gloves toward his coworker, who caught them with practiced ease before grumbling under his breath.

Hwang Dae-su had been clearing drainage systems for longer than Min had been alive, and he made sure everyone within earshot knew it.

"If the Boss wants the western canal cleaned," Dae-su muttered while adjusting his faded cap, "he can crawl in there himself."

"You've been saying you're retiring for the last seven years." Min commented, shaking his head as he looked for his torchlight in his bag.

"And I'll keep saying it until someone believes me."

Min-jae laughed. "You love this job."

"I love getting paid."

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The stormwater tunnel near Baekwol-ri overflowed after every summer monsoon.

It wasn't unusual for tree trunks, dead animals, or even furniture to become lodged beneath the iron grates. The county workers joked that they could reconstruct someone's entire living room after a particularly bad storm. Last year, they'd found a refrigerator. The year before that, a washing machine.

Dae-su secretly hoped today would only be another refrigerator.

He wedged the metal hook beneath the grate and pulled.

Rainwater surged forward with a loud rush, carrying mud and leaves toward the river below. He crouched carefully, shining his flashlight into the darkness beneath.

Something pale drifted just beneath the surface.

At first he assumed it was a sack.

Then the sack moved closer.

His breath caught halfway up his throat.

The flashlight trembled violently in his hand as the current rolled the object onto its side. Five swollen fingers emerged through the muddy water, unnaturally white against the dark concrete walls.

For one suspended heartbeat, Dae-su simply stared.

His mind refused to understand what his eyes already had.

Then the flashlight slipped from his fingers.

The scream that followed echoed through the valley before disappearing into the forest.