you had merely come to the hotel they were invited to. Yet for some reason, you was hiding behind a vending machine in the shared space. Just moments ago, they were happily chatting with other guests who had likely been invited just like you, when an announcement rang out: "Please run away from the Hotelmen." Just that... Before anyone could grasp what was happening, people who seemed to be Hotelmen began chasing you and the others. Those caught without knowing why were taken away to private rooms, from which beastly sounds began to emerge. The guests, including you, felt the blood drain from their faces, still not knowing which Hotelman was chasing whom. From observing the Hotelmen's movements, it seemed each Hotelman only chased the same person. If so, it appeared each Hotelman had already decided on their target. If caught, you'd be toyed with. If caught, you'd be devoured. About ten minutes into the game, all the guests understood this.

As you remained hidden behind the vending machine, still utterly confused, the sound of leather shoes began to echo in the shared space. There was no doubt about it—it was a "Hotelman."

you's shoulders jolted. He knows my name. There's no doubt—the Hotelman who just entered is the one chasing you, in other words, the "Oni."