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Hey!

You were right to come to my mother for advice.

With ten years of experience being nosy,

my mom

is practically an all-knowing deity.

Even an all-knowing deity can't compare to "All-Knowing Duang."

All-knowing Duang.

- Yes? - Oh?

You know everything?

Everything.

- You know about women? - Of course.

- You know about men? - Of course.

Then do you know where your husband is?

Go ask your father.

- Whoa... - Hey.

All-knowing Dolly was just kidding.

Don't crash out yet.

Let's not joke around.

Please help us out first.

We've stared at this footage until our eyes hurt,

but we still can't tell who the person is.

Leave it to me.

Alright.

If they live in this dorm,

I can identify them and their room by their leg hair.

Whoa...

- We're on the right track. - Ooh, there's hope.

Alright, alright.

Let's see.

Oh, she's good at this.

You know who they are, right?

Not at all.

- Huh? - What?

They covered themselves completely.

I can't even spot a single leg hair, so how would I know who they are?

Mm...

Aren't there any other camera angles?

The hard drive was damaged.

The handyman said we're lucky to have recovered this footage at all.

Oh...

They look familiar, though.

- Hm? - Yeah?

I think I saw

someone dressed like this when Dollar forced me to work out.

Oh?

Oh!

I remember now.

He lives in Room 407.

- What?! - Huh?!

Are you sure?

I am.

I still vividly remember

seeing that thing dangling

as I ran past him.

- What?! - Huh?!

What was dangling?

A keychain with a room number tag.

- Oh... - Oh...

A room number tag.

You said something was dangling, so I thought you meant eggs.

- What?! - Huh?!

What eggs?

Boiled eggs.

Runners tend to bring them along when they run.

- Oh... - Oh...

- Eating it as they run? - Eating it as they run.

Probably two eggs.

Dobby, you do not need to ask them anything else.

Knowing the room number is enough.

Ms. Danis,

do you know the tenant in Room 407?

I've heard of him, though.

He's a loner.

And whenever he goes anywhere,

he drags a suitcase along.

- A huge one, too. - Mm.

I don't know where he's going.

Sadhu!

I hope we finally find Grandma Gaysorn.

If we do meet her,

I'll have my mom do a pole dance for Gramps.

What do you mean, pole dance?

I'm your mother,

not a suckling pig from Uncle Rong's Kitchen.

Are you crazy?

Let's go.

Let's go to Room 407.

- Let's go to Ratchaburi. - What?

To the pig at Uncle Rong's Kitchen.

Why are we going there?

Why not?

Well, everyone who ate there got diarrhea.

- What? - What?

Uh, but they've fixed the recipe.

Not as many people get diarrhea now.

♫The D Dorm, meet me at the D Dorm♫

♫The D Dorm, meet me at the D Dorm♫

♫Every step we take has a meaning♫

♫No path is ever meaningless♫

♫As long as our hearts keep searching♫

♫One day, we'll find what we're yearning for♫

♫Walking alone is fine, but it's better when you're by my side♫

♫It won't be lonely when you're here to walk beside♫

♫Like a love that waits, waits at the D Dorm♫

♫Like a love that remains, remains at the dorm♫

♫Meaningful love and good things await on every path♫

♫It might not be a coincidence that we get to meet♫

♫There might be hidden meanings on the path beneath our feet♫

♫Perhaps the D Dorm is what led me to meet you♫

[The D Dorm]

Maybe no one's home.

Should we...

leave him a note?

That way, he can get back to us.

Didn't Ms. Danis say

the tenant in this room carries a huge suitcase everywhere?

What if he's gone for a month?

Oh, right...

Don't worry.

Here.

I have the spare keys.

- Let's just unlock it, then. - Yeah.

Yes, Director?

There's a retake today?

I won't be able to make it.

I have something important to help my best friend with.

Mm, well said.

Thanks, my dude.

You're paying me 3,000?!

Oh... He isn't my best friend.

We're not that close.

Dobby, I have to go.

What? Dax?!

Dax!

Some friend you have, huh?

Money really talks, doesn't it?

How about this?

I will check inside the room first.

Go on, Grandpa.

Why is this room so empty?

There's barely anything here. Does anyone even live here?

There is not even a single photo.

How would I know if he is related to Gaysorn?

Why is this so stiff?

A killer...

Got it open.

We are screwed!

Dobby, run!

Run!

Run from what, Grandpa?

There is a killer in there.

Run!

- A killer? - A killer!

Run!

Whoa.

Come on, Grandpa!

- Grandpa. - Mm.

Someone was standing in the bathroom with a knife?

Mm.

Are you sure you weren't seeing things?

I am sure of it.

I saw him with my own eyes.

He was hiding in the bathroom.

When you tried to open the door,

he grabbed the knife...

and got ready to stab you.

Why...

did he want to stab me, though?

How would I know?!

He might've gotten annoyed

because you kept knocking

on his door.

You had better stay away from that room.

Then how are we supposed to find out about Grandma Gaysorn?

Because he...

was the one who dropped her photo.

I think the tenant in that room

is dangerous.

I do not want you to risk it.

Are you...

worried about me?

Maybe I am worried about a dog?

What if it scratched its leprous skin, causing it to bleed to death?

You should wait until Dax gets back.

If you got stabbed,

your mother would curse me.

- Fine. - Alright?

I'll wait until Dax comes back.

Very good.

- Then we'll go together. - Yeah.

[The D Dorm]

Grandpa,

is this the person who was holding a knife

in Room 407?

Whoa...

I am not sure.

You were a bad person when you were alive.

And now that you're a ghost,

you have bad eyesight, too, huh?

How would I know?

He wore a hood and a face mask.

How would I recognize his face?

So feisty.

I should have let you get stabbed to death.

If I die, I'll still stay by your side.

- Dobby. - Huh?

Have you talked to the tenant in Room 407 yet?

So, is he Grandma Gaysorn's grandson?

I haven't talked to him yet.

I already went up there,

but he wasn't home.

Why don't we go up there today, then?

He might be home.

Come on.

Don't!

It's too risky.

Oh...

What was that about it being risky again?

Oh, I mean...

I don't want you to risk falling down the stairs.

Do you know how many people fall down the stairs each year?

- Do you? - I don't know.

What?

And do you?

- You're asking me? - Mm.

I don't know either.

Then why did you say that?

I just don't want you to fall down the stairs.

You should work here.

Leave Room 407 to me.

Danis, Danis.

Huh?

Danis, have you seen the news?

Our dorm has a dismemberment case. [Locals Terrified! Dismemberment Killer Still at Large]

Most importantly,

Dollar said the culprit is still hiding near our dorm.

Huh? Really?

Is that the killer in Room 407?

Could they be hiding in our dorm?

Exactly...

Whoa...

A dismemberment killer.

That's brutal.

Oops!

Oh... Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Whoa!

You are...

Huh?

I thought I heard Dax.

Was I hearing things?

Ow, ow.

I'm sorry. I really am.

Don't worry, I won't tell anyone

that you are...

♫You cutie pie, you make me fall so madly in love♫

Ugh, stop it already.

[Disney, occupation: beloved superstar]

Have a seat.

Uh...

Have a seat. Don't be shy.

I'm not shy.

But...

your bed...

reminds me of a series you've been in before.

"Hia...

Aren't we really going to...

tonight?"

See?

I'm a big fan of yours.

I've seen everything. I know every line.

Thank you.

My name is Dax.

I'm a supporting actor.

Mr. Disney...

you're my superstar, my idol.

I've always dreamed of being in a series with you.

It can be any series.

I could even play a zombie in 'Zomvivor.'

Is he all there...?

Pardon?

Oh...

I said...

if you get the chance, please do your best.

Of course I will.

By the way...

why are you here?

You're in Room 407, too.

Are you Grandma Gaysorn's relative?

Grandma Gaysorn?

This room is actually my manager's.

But they're at the temple observing the precepts right now.

When will they be back?

I have to ask them something.

I'm not sure either.

But you have to keep it a secret that I'm living here.

Not a word to anyone.

I want to keep to myself and rehearse my script.

I just want some time alone.

Don't tell anyone.

Who says you have to be alone,Your Highness?

I will stay by your side.

See?

I remember every line from every series you've been in.

To be honest,

I'm not a fan of the actor who played the royal guard.

I think he tried a bit too hard to look cool.

If he's as handsome as I am, that's another story.

Huh?

So...

you promise to keep this a secret, right?

I promise!

[DO-MUN-DRIP]

Wow...

The mangoes from the farm your mother owns are amazing.

What type of mango is this? It's so nutty.

Over 1,000 Thai baht.

Ugh...

He's asking about the type.

- The type? - Yeah.

- I thought he asked about the price. - No.

Tell him, tell him.

It'd be too easy to just tell you.

Let's play a game.

I'll give you a hint.

If you can guess correctly, I'll give you two mangoes.

- Okay. - Are you in?

Yes, yes, yes.

Here's a hint about

the mango you're eating...

Sky Boom-Boom.

It's...

Lightning mango!

What even is that?

There's no such mango variety, alright?

Try again!

Sky Boom-Boom.

Oh.

Falan mango, thunderous sky in Thai!

Correct!

- Whoa. - Oh.

You got one right.

What about these fibrous ones?

That's plywood.

Mangoes!

- Plywood is made from wood fibers, though. - No, no.

- That one? - Yes, yes.

Here's a hint.

Ooh...

Oh?

Captured?

What do you mean, captured?

Did the mango commit tax fraud?

No. Watch again.

Ooh!

Sexy mango.

Sexy mango.

I've never had that before.

We don't even have that.

What?

Watch closely.

Ooh...

With this squeeze...

it has to be...

Okrong mango, cleavage in Thai!

- There! - Good job!

You got two right.

What about this nutty, crisp, and sour one?

Hey handsome,

wanna...

have a one-night stand with me?

Okay.

- I'll go. - Let's go.

- No, you're guessing the mango! - Oh, no?

- Guess the mango. - I see.

Handsome...

This seductive...

- Are you still thinking? - I am, I am.

Rad mango, seductive ladies in Thai!

That's right!

- Good job! - What's Rad mango in English?

In English?

Char-rad-e mango.

- Huh?! - Whoa?!

- Take this. - Ow!

You're a pro, huh?

I'm gonna send you to live with Mom at the farm.

I'm not going.

Just so I can go back and hear them whisper that Mom only took me in?

You and Mom look alike, but I look nothing like her.

Aw...

You may not look like her,

but you look like Dad.

Bulky,

big and tall,

with lots of muscle.

I only see fat. Not muscle.

He has muscle.

It's just a bit hidden.

Like inverted nipples.

It's still there; you just can't see it.

They fold inward...

Don't explain anymore. It's disgusting.

Really?

You're comparing it to nipples? Are you crazy?

Whoa...

- Uh, Dolly? - Yes?

The coffee is ready.

Please deliver it for me.

Rest assured, I'll take care of it.

Mr. Drip's café is like my own.

Huh?

What do you mean, "Huh?"

Well...

we're neighbors.

We should help each other out.

Well, well, well...

When Auntie Duang asks you to deliver food, you always drag your feet.

But now, look how eager you are.

Come on, now.

I'll get going.

We can talk about the mangoes later.

Oh, Dolly.

Oh, Dawin.

Oh, hey, Mr. Dawin.

You're here for the mangoes, right?

- That's right. - I've got that ready for you over there.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

Where's my chili salt dip?

Oh...

darn it, Mom.

At her age, she often forgets things.

She probably forgot to make some for you.

It's alright.

Daeng, give him some of ours.

No way.

It's mine.

He's our mom's customer. Be nice.

Don't be difficult.

Share a little, will you?

May I have a cup?

Oh, of course.

Here.

Share some.

Pour it in.

Ugh, we've got plenty.

This is enough.

Hey, why so stingy?

- Whoa! - Ow!

My eyes!

Whoa, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.

- Tissues, tissues. - Ow, my eyes!

I can't take it anymore.

Where is it?

Hey, are you okay?

- Ugh, he's over there! - Oh, whoa!

Hey, go check on him.

Oh!

Don't crowd around him.

Give him some space!

- There's no one there. - Gently, gently.

- Ow. - Get him to a doctor.

- Doctor, doctor. - Go, go, go!

- Go see a doctor. - Come on, go.

Go, go, go.

- Help. I can't see. - Alright, go, go.

- Ow. - Let's go, let's go.

We're in the same line of work.

I know that when you have to memorize your lines or...

get into character, you need to concentrate.

By the way...

What movie are you rehearsing for right now?

I can be your acting partner.

Whether you need a som tum vendor...

Delish som tum

right this way!

This way!

Or a cop.

Drop your weapon.

Put your hands up.

Or maybe a midwife.

Push, Nak.

Mak,

help me...

Ugh!

You can stop now.

If you really want to help me out,

go.

Lie down and stay still, like a dead body.

Huh?

Go, go.

- No, not that. No. - Huh?

What do you mean, no?

That isn't a white cane, that's my baton.

Your cane is here.

Stop knocking on it already.

This way.

Careful.

With his customer getting blinded like this,

has Mr. Drip even checked the feng shui of his cafe?

I'm not blind yet.

This way.

Who talks to coffee beans?

I'm not blind yet.

The doctor said my eyes are inflamed,

so I have to wear eye shields temporarily.

Poor thing...

Even if you're not blind, it's practically the same thing.

Someone who once lived in a world of light

now has to live in darkness.

Even walking has become difficult.

Oh, and your room is on the fourth floor...

You poor soul.

I'll just chalk it up to my own bad luck, Guard Dum.

Yes...

Thank you for worrying about me.

It's alright. I hope you get well soon.

No, he's that way.

This way. Here.

Ugh.

If you can't see, just stay still.

If it's that difficult, why not go back to the hospital?

I can't afford a hospital room.

Ugh.

There's no need for him to do that.

You have to take care of him.

Huh?

What are you confused about? You hurt his eyes.

You have to take responsibility.

Listen, from now on...

you have to be his eyes until he recovers.

No way!

I got chills.

If I have to take care of him,

I'd rather hire a caregiver.

Your medicine is right here.

What?

Hey, that's a waste of money.

He's blind, though.

- Guard Dum! - Oh...

I thought you said this would make your brother hold my hand?

Huh?

Mr. Dawin, you can see?

Don't tell Handyman Daeng about this.

I just wanted an excuse to hold his hand

and talk to Gramps' ghost.

Don't tell anyone.

What now?

I forgot how heartless he can be.

No wonder...

he kept pushing us together.

This time...you won't just see ghosts.

You'll come face-to-face with the Grim Reaper.

Let me check the number real quick...

It's the right one, though.

- What? - Huh?

Room 407's listed number isn't going through.

Did he put in a fake number?

How would I know?

Ms. Danis!

Ms. Danis?

Dennis isn't around. She stepped out.

Is something up?

Where did she go?

Oh!

Oh!

Are you dressing up as an oil-seeping pillar?

Both yantra cloth

and three-colored cloth.

Auntie Duang, what are you doing?

I'm not dressing up as anything.

These are sacred items.

Dollar told me

the killer is still lurking around this dorm,

so I'm keeping these close

for protection.

If I were the killer,

I would not approach her.

She is definitely crazy.

- Oh. - Hm?

Have you talked to the tenant in Room 407 yet?

I haven't, Auntie Duang.

I'm waiting for Dax so we can go together.

Want me to take you there?

I think he's home.

He called me to order food this morning.

I left the food at his door.

You can try your luck.

One crazy person versus another.

They might just balance each other out.

Let's go.

It's alright, Auntie Duang.

I'll handle it.

Mom, Mom. Mom!

- Ugh, Dolly, - Mom!

why are you making a fuss?!

This is bad, Mom!

Dollar sent me a photo of the killer.

Really? Where?

Here.

Oh?

Crunchy boy is the killer?

Wrong one. Not this one.

Whoa...

Why do you have so many photos of the crunchy boy?

- Uh... - For the ordination hall walls?

These are just references for my costumes.

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, let me see.

Here.

This is the real killer.

Oh?

He looks just like the tenant from Room 407.

Right? I feel like I've seen him before, too.

No, not really.

That is him. The bag looks just like his.

Oh.

Dax texted me.

Huh?

Dobby, I'm with the tenant from Room 407.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

- Huh?! - Huh?!

Is Mr. Dax in the room with the killer?

Oh, no...

Dobby, call him.

Tell him to run. Hurry!

I put my phone on airplane mode, like you asked.

That way, no one will interrupt us

while we're rehearsing.

Can you reach him?

He's not answering.

He turned his phone off.

Maybe he's in danger.

How about this?

Dolly, tell Dollar to bring the police here right now.

- Right now, come on. - Hey!

Dax will be dead before the police show up.

Yeah.

Then I'll go help him.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Bring the police up the second they get here.

Okay.

- Alright. - Hurry.

Hey.

Hurry up!

Oh, you're here already?

What you did was wrong.

You can't hire someone else to take care of Mr. Dawin.

You hurt him, so you have to take care of him yourself.

You can't trust anyone these days.

What if they stab Mr. Dawin when you're not around?

Stabby-stab.

What will you do?

What if they have a gun?

He'll get shot. Bang, bang, bang.

What if there's a knife attached to the gun?

Stab.

Bang!

Stab.

Bang!

Stab.

Bang!

Stab.

- Ugh! - Ugh!

He's like Swiss cheese at this point. Put this away.

Right in the eye!

If you're going to hire someone to take care of me,

I'll have to turn that down.

I'm not comfortable with strangers.

I'll take care of you.

You sure change your mind fast.

When I stepped outside, I realized

I'd injured Mr. Dawin,

so I thought it was best to take responsibility.

To prove that to you,

I bought these steamed buns for you.

Ow.

Hot, hot, hot!

It's hot.

Po, shush.

Didn't I say I'd take care of Mr. Dawin?

The steamed bun is still hot, though.

Let me cool it down first.

Whoa...

Alright,

It's not as hot now.

Go on.

Mr. Dawin,

open wide. I'll feed you.

I'm...not hungry yet.

What?

This is just a small steamed bun.

Or maybe you don't want me to take care of you anymore?

Uh...

I'll eat it myself.

It's a little embarrassing having you feed me.

Oh...

Alright, then.

Oh...

Uh...

Oops!

Oh...

I'm sorry.

I dropped it.

- Oh, such a shame. - Oh.

He can't eat it anymore.

It's okay.

I'll get you a new one.

Phew...

Oh, wow...

So cruel.

It's not hot anymore.

Hey...

Alright, open wide.

Uh... Okay.

He only had to fake an eye infection at first.

But at this rate, he'll be fighting demons on the toilet.

I think Daeng already knows we lied to him.

- Let's make a run for it. - Yeah.

Where do you think you're going, Po?

Stay and help me coax Mr. Dawin into eating first.

He seems suspicious of me whenever I try to take care of him, right?

Uh...

Then I suppose I can't take care of you anymore.

Wait!

I'm not suspicious of you taking care of me at all.

Then eat.

No one will ever find out that I'm the killer.

You'll take this secret to your grave.

Wait.

This line in the script is too short.

I can't quite tell what kind of fear this character is experiencing.

Ugh...

You can act however you want.

You'll die after one stab anyway.

That won't do.

We need to understand the character's emotions

to know how to portray them.

Maybe he's really scared.

No. Hey...don't come any closer.

Or maybe it's resentment.

If you kill me...

I'll come back as a ghost and break your neck.

Or is it Uno Laothong's fear?

I can't. I can't with this house. It's too scary.

I don't want to be here any longer.

I don't want to be here either...

Pardon?

Oh.

I think...

we should move on to the next scene.

Let's move on from being threatened...

to the chase scene.

Let's go full send.

By the way...

how would he be feeling as he runs away?

Huh?

Is he running away in fear?

Or is he paranoid?

Don't follow me.

Don't follow me!

Or maybe like Toon Artiwara.

I want Thai people to be healthy!

Which is it?

Run however you want.

Just run.

Run out of the room. Go on.

Run.

Don't kill me!

Don't... Don't kill me.

Don't kill me!

Don't kill me...

Ugh...

Just kill me already.

[The D Dorm]

Do not tell me...

Dax is dead dead?

How could you say that?

That's my friend, Grandpa.

I'm here to help.

Oh?

What are you wearing, Mr. Dolly?

I wanted to help,

but Mom was worried about me,

so she made me wear these things for protection.

Come on, now...

Here!

Mom told me to give you this.

For me?

What?

Dax.

Whoa...

Oh!

Dax is dead dead!

Dax...

It's gonna be okay, Mr. Dobby.

Wow.

That was amazing, Mr. Disney.

The moment you checked to see if I was still breathing...

Wow...

Your eyes and that grin make you look like

a killer who's actually trying to murder me.

If I wanted to kill you, I would've done it the moment you said...

"I can't with this house. It's too scary."

You know?!

Huh?

Oh, I mean,

your acting was so good.

You frustrated me so much that

I really felt like killing you, Mr. Dax.

Wow.

What's the matter?

I'm flattered.

Getting a compliment from my beloved superstar

really made my day.

By the way, which scene should we do next?

Let's go with...

the dismemberment part.

I want to practice the movements.

Alright.

What kind of corpse would you like?

A fresh, still-twitching corpse?

Or...

a long-dead, bloated corpse?

Which do you prefer?

Stay still like a corpse would.

Leave that to me.

Why do I have to go in there?

I do not want to go inside.

I am scared of ghosts.

Grandpa, you're a ghost. Why are you even scared of ghosts?

Ghosts can be scared of ghosts, too.

I do not want to see anything gory.

Grandpa...

You are worried about your friend, right?

Yes!

Fine.

I will go in there.

Let me close my eyes first.

What are you doing to Dax?

Is that blood...?

I cannot take it anymore.

Wow.

How was it?

Is it as realistic as you wanted it to be?

Using sauce as blood

really helps build the emotion, huh?

Now I understand...

the thrill psycho killers feel when dismembering a body.

I told you I'm a professional supporting actor.

I have a bunch of other tricks to share with you.

Please share them.

You really helped me out today.

Oh, I've got a concert coming up.

I'll save a seat just for you, then.

Yes!

Oh, thank you so much.

I have to practice my dance moves now.

Thank you.

I'll go clean up first.

This tastes good.

He really is a psycho killer.

Ugh.

Where did Dax go?

Do not tell me...

That suitc...

I cannot stay here any longer!

- So? - Dobby!

Dax...

Dax is dead!

He was chopped up into bite-sized pieces

and shoved into a suitcase!

Dax is dead!

- Dax is dead, Grandpa? - Yeah.

Mr. Dobby... Mr. Dobby!

Mr. Dobby!

Mr. Dobby. Mr. Dobby.

Mr. Dobby.

What's wrong, Mr. Dobby?

I talked to Dollar.

He said that the police are on their way.

He told us to hang on a second.

- Hang on? - Yes.

I still have to?

I'm not gonna wait anymore!

Whoa!

What?

Who are you?

Why did you come in here?

Shut up, you murderer!

What murderer...?

Mr. Dobby, be careful!

Don't move...

Dobby.

Dax...

is in that suitcase.

Why did you kill my friend?

♫I love you so, so much♫

I didn't kill...

You're still lying, huh?!

You killed him and shoved him into that suitcase, didn't you?!

There!

♫Cutie pie, I only think of you♫

Ow...

Are you gonna grab the knife?!

You are, aren't you?

Not dead...

Fine, then...

die!

♫I want to tell you, I want to embrace you♫

♫You cutie pie♫

How does that feel?!

Dax...

Dax...

Dax...

How am I gonna tell your parents about this?

Dax, I'm sorry...

♫I love you the way you are, my cutie pie♫

My supporting actor.

Dax!

Dax.

Dax...

Dax...

Why are you calling my name?

Huh?

He is still alive?

Dax?

You're still alive?

What are you saying?

Mr. Disney?!

- Huh? - Huh?

- Disney?! - Mr. Disney?

Disney who?

Disney, you know?

He's...

Mr. Disney, the five-time winner of the People's Choice Award!

I punched him five times...

Hey, Mr. Disney...

Mr. Disney...

The beloved superstar sure took a beating.

When will you eat?

Your eyes are better now, aren't they?

Just.

Give.

Up.

If you're gonna cough like that, you might as well just go tell him.

If I eat it,

can you promise you'll stay with me?

You'll hold my hand

wherever I want to go.

Alright.

I promise.

Now eat!

- Whoa! - What?!

- Whoa! - Hey!

Why did you eat it? Spit it out!

You're gonna die!

Spit it out!

Spit it out!

Not gonna spit it out, huh?

Take this!

Po,

you traitor.

You know full well I'm scared of ghosts.

How dare you help him

trick me into being his caretaker?

Well...

I already agreed to help him,

so I have to keep my promise.

Aren't you glad? Your little brother keeps his word.

Didn't you say you'd get 2,000?

- Shut it. - Oh.

I did as you asked. I ate it.

Now you have to keep your promise.

You still have the nerve to ask me that?

Seriously,

what the hell is wrong with you?

You're so obsessed with seeing ghosts.

Or...

you can't trick others by being a phony fortune teller anymore,

so you've decided to be a shaman instead?

I have my reasons.

It doesn't matter why you did this.

You can't go around harassing people like this.

If you keep this up,

I don't think we can share a dorm anymore.

I want to see my mom!

I want to see ghosts...

because I want to see my mom.

My mom passed away on the day I was born.

Dad blamed me for her death, saying I was a jinx.

My relatives also think I'm a jinx.

Life has been pretty harsh on you,

but I think they're right.

See? Even when you're alone,

you still manage to get into trouble.

Stop talking.

Give me your hand.

I don't want it.

I want to see her

and ask her...

if I was the one who killed her.

Are you done?

If you're done, leave.

Oh, wow...

Dang it, Daeng.

I never knew you could be so heartless.

His life is already hard enough. Why push him away?

You meanie!

Cruel!

Heartless!

Toxic!

♫You're toxic, I'm slippin'...♫

What's this?

The steamed bun from earlier.

If you don't want to help,

I won't bother you anymore.

Hey,

when did I say I wouldn't help?

Well, you told me to leave.

I meant, "Let's go,

let's look for your mother."

Hey...

But if we find your mom,

you'll have to talk to her yourself.

I'm scared of ghosts.

If you're scared of ghosts,

I'll cover your eyes.

Is this better?

Hey!

What are you doing?

Are you trying to blind me or something?

But you're scared of ghosts?

I can take care of myself.

If you want to see them, go ahead.

I'll give it my all.

Thank you for encouraging me.

I'm gonna cut your fingers off.

What encouragement? Give me 2,000.

Mm, that's right.

See?

Give him 500, too.

No, you still owe me 500.

- We're gonna share it. - Oh...

I'm so sorry, Mr. Disney.

I thought you were the dismemberment killer from the news.

It's alright.

It's partly my fault, too.

I was acting suspicious, and that made things worse.

Oh.

Whoa.

I'm really sorry, Mr. Disney.

Ugh...

I'm sorry.

By the way...

did you need something from the room owner?

Oh...

Can you take a look...

at this video?

Is this your manager?

No, this isn't my manager.

- Huh? - What?

That's me.

- Huh? - Huh?

I remember this box.

On that day, I came to put my things away.

We found him!

Finally...

I've found your relative, Gaysorn!

Mr. Disney,

do you have a relative...

named Gaysorn?

Gaysorn...

- No. - Oh.

No, huh...

Mr. Dax already asked me about this once.

I called my manager to ask them about this.

Oh, but they said...

Yeah?

What did they say?

They don't have any relatives named Gaysorn either.

- Why did he say "but," then? - Right?

Oh!

Mr. Disney,

the thing is...

the video was recorded on the day my grandpa passed away.

In the footage, you were walking up the stairs

when you dropped Grandma Gaysorn's photo.

Are you sure you're not her relative?

That photo isn't mine, though.

- What? - Huh?

It came falling down from upstairs.

Where did it come from, then?

Wait, wait, wait.

I think I know who dropped that photo.

On that day, I went up to the fourth floor

and saw a woman...

carrying a whole bunch of things.

I think she was the one who dropped the photo.

There's a female ghost in our dorm, too?

Hm?

I think she's human.

Just Grandpa's ghost is enough.

A woman...

Who?

I think she's the manager of this dorm.

Her name is Danis.

- Huh?! - Huh?!

Danis?

How could it be her?

Why is this ice cream seller dressed like that?

It is like he is from the Joseon era.

Delta,

do you remember me?

Dolly Darling?

Delta Oppa?

Hey, I thought you had forgotten about me.

They call each other by their nicknames.

Are they really just friends?

When you talked to Danis,

she said that the box she was carrying

belonged to the director of the orphanage.

Where?

Where is Grandma Gaysorn's photo?

Is this the photo? I can't even see her face.

You should call the director

and ask her if this photo is hers.

It's probably too late to call her now.

- Huh? - Huh?

Don't tell me...

♫The D Dorm, meet me at the D Dorm♫

♫The D Dorm, meet me at the D Dorm♫

♫Every step we take has a meaning♫

♫No path is ever meaningless♫

♫As long as our hearts keep searching♫

♫One day, we'll find what we're yearning for♫

♫Walking alone is fine, but it's better when you're by my side♫

♫It won't be lonely when you're here to walk beside♫

♫Like a love that waits, waits at the D Dorm♫

♫Like a love that remains, remains at the dorm♫

♫Meaningful love and good things await on every path♫

♫It might not be a coincidence that we get to meet♫

♫There might be hidden meanings on the path beneath our feet♫

♫Perhaps the D Dorm is what led me to meet you♫

[The D Dorm]