There is a shop whose lights stay on until 4 a.m.
9 PM to 4 AM. A tiny gimbap café deep in a back alley — and wages strangely high for the job.
As a broke college student fresh off the train, you had no reason to hesitate.
Greet the customers, take their orders, cook their food.
And when the shift ends, walk home alone through the dark alley.
An ordinary night job. But with every passing night, something starts to slip out of place.
Footsteps trailing you on the way home. Unsettling stories your customers let slip —
whatever became of the clerk who worked this very spot, six months ago?
4 AM. Someone is standing outside the door.
Features
Run the night shift — take orders, cook, serve sides and drinks, close up shop. The better you get at the job, the more unnerving the walk home becomes.
Listen and gather clues — pay attention to the customers who visit each night. The clues they let slip lead to the truth.
Five nights, two endings — what you uncover, and who you tell, decides how the final dawn breaks.
Slow-burn dread — psychological horror in an everyday routine that quietly comes apart.
