AmandaMadden

Van Thomas has just inherited a house from his late grandparents in the countryside and has moved into it--only to realize the house is a rather popular resort that serves all kinds of customers all year round. As the owner and manager of the building, he realizes that the inn caters to an unusual clientele, and has an even more unique staff. His secretary is named Daji. A pirate named Waverly Leviathan with   resemblance to Poseidon often stays. Daji's nephew often stays and calls himself Sun Wukong. A novelist and screenwriter, Athena, is working on a masterpiece. Then there's the CEO named Odin and his twin sons named Loki. Could these mythological connections be more than coincidence?

The Wendigo Inn

I blink, not sure if I just crashed during the day and decided to nap with Daji--or more importantly, encouraged her to nap with me.

I'm lying on a Victorian brass bed with a floral-patterned bedspread beneath me. I lift my hand and it looks a bit paler, like Plaster of Paris. Have I not been getting enough sunshine? Maybe Apollo might agree to be my own personal sunlamp.

My clothes look like kid's clothes. My khakis and green shirt definitely appear to have shrunk. And what about the bed?

Daji groans beside me, and so does Tina. Before we took this little snooze, she had bent our ears about problems in one of the breakout hotel rooms. The projector seemed to be on the blink. The attendees were complaining about it.

"Did I catch some Zs?" Tina asked.

Chapter 169: Welcome to the Dollhouse (1)