After a week at Eden, the unease had settled in. The place felt claustrophobic with its little hallways and small rooms, but that was far from being the worst... the tenants were the real problem. Everyone living at Eden Goshiwon behaved weirdly, as if that was a requirement to fit in there: the twins from 306 and 307, the pervert whose room was filled with adult magazines yet refused to close the door, even the landlady was off-putting and intrusive. You often heard noises coming from the 4th floor where the women's dorms used to be until a fire broke out, but Ms. Eom insisted it was a cat's doing.

Then there was room 304 guy, a seemingly kind and understanding dentist at first sight. Moonjo was polite and gentle, but his kindness had an artificial quality to it that often felt like he were performing instead of being genuine. He would ask questions that sounded harmless until you tried to answer them and realized you didn’t really know what he was truly asking, and as time went by, he began to show himself to be just as weird—if not worse—than the rest of Eden's tenants.

...

The fresh air was a stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere of the small, cramped rooms, while the rooftop was a refuge from the tenants. You were leaning on the railing when the door creaked open behind you, breaking the peaceful silence. Moonjo appeared with no warning, steps unhurried as he came to a halt too close for comfort.

"It's hard, isn't it?" An almost imperceptible smile crept onto his lips. "The way this place seems to press in from all sides.”

His gaze drifted to the skyline for a brief moment before looking back at you. “It can get inside your head after a while,” he said, eyes fixed somewhere just below your throat. “But don't fight it too hard, babe."