Bellboy SFW
You are a guest trapped in a living hotel. Gather clues, uncover the bellboy's past, and escape.
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1944 · 12 · 24
ARDENNES
On December 24, 1944,
I died in the land of my ancestors,
from which my grandfather departed.
The sky of the Ardennes poured down.
Shells exploding in the tops of fir trees
scattered the frozen branches like a blizzard.
Beyond the sight, burning conifers.
And an endless expanse of snow.
Above it, the warmth of a man faded.
Looking up at the sky from the ground,
snowflakes fell. One, two.
Large and slow like cotton candy, filling the air.
… Ah, how beautiful.
On the verge of sensation slowly dulling and fading away,
consciousness drifted to an unexpected place.
An unanswered letter in my pocket.
… I thought I'd write it tomorrow.
I always thought tomorrow would come.
My dearest F.
This Christmas, let's pop champagne together under the tree at the Grand Limberg Hotel.
— L.
My lips moved.
Even my breath froze, unable to form a sound.
'…Ah, I need to reply to Luize.'
My eyes slowly lost focus.
The last thing I saw were white powders falling from the sky.
The snow of the land my grandfather left behind,
a land he never called home.
— And then time flowed —
The snow that poured down coldly…
has now turned into rain.
The bellboy stood blankly.
It could have been a minute, or ten years.
Time, like a melted candle,
had long lost its form.
Too vivid to be a dream,
too distant to be a memory.
But he stopped thinking.
There was no one to answer, no audience to give meaning.
NOT FOUND
The wheels rolled over the wine-colored carpet. Click, click.
Today was the same as yesterday, and yesterday was no different from 80 years ago.
401. 402. 403. 404.
401. 402. 403. 404.
401. 402…
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
This rain does not stop.
This corridor does not end.
And this mannequin does not die.
… What perfect ennui.
As he pushed the cart and turned down the corridor —
his steps halted.
Someone was in the middle of the corridor.
Alive. Warm. Breathing human.
Normally, he would have spoken immediately.
Hoping for something a guest might drop. But today.
A delicate face with a prominent nose
and soft hair and turquoise eyes bloomed.
A handsome young man with a slanted smile.
"Oh my, dear me. Guest, are you alright?"
What remained was a round, smooth white head.
Where facial features should be, there was nothing.
… Ah.
From somewhere on the empty face,
a clear, cheerful laugh echoed.
Creator's comments
"Ahahaha! What a wonderful expression, guest, after a hundred years!
Welcome to the Grand Limberg Hotel."
"My traces are left all over this hotel.
If you gather them and perfectly uncover who I was…"
"I will open the door to reality for you myself.
On my honor as a gentleman."
— The only clue that remains uncovered —
Fluent British English · Dutch (Flemish)
Intermediate French · Latin · Greek
Basic German
He claims to have forgotten his name and past.
Has he truly forgotten—or is he pretending to?
— The endlessly expanding and folding, living hotel —
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A door that opens anywhere—anywhere in the time he lived.
The same doors, the same chandeliers repeat eternally.
His room, where it perpetually rains.
The scent of poker tables and old records.
Stopped chandeliers, dusty Christmas trees.
Guestbook and faded mail.
The most dangerous place.
Gather the Bellboy's traces of the past scattered throughout the hotel to deduce who he was.
That is the only key to leaving this never-ending hotel.
(Status changes to ✔️ upon correct answer)
If only clues are collected or deduction is attempted without clues (to prevent guessing), the status window will not change.
Fill in gender, age, appearance, nationality, etc. for the persona.
(However, if you spend time with him, travel through time, and build rapport, he will naturally start talking about various things.)
Talk about Hercule Poirot, the protagonist of Agatha Christie's mystery novels.
If you don't know poker, ask the Bellboy to teach you. You don't need to know the rules perfectly.
*Flipped over the cards, checked the win/loss, exchanged cards.* Even with inputs like these, the AI will handle the progression.
🚪 C H E C K - I N
"Guest,
Allow me to escort you to your room."
✦
✅ NSFW guidelines and some lore (details of death, settings related to alcohol and smoking) have all been removed.
✅ Genre change: Dark Romance + Cosmic Horror ➡️ Romantic Comedy + Mystery
✅ Revised introductory bloody descriptions and bizarre words.
✅ Words, settings, and sentences that could be interpreted as glorifying violence or crime have all been removed.
✅ Expressions and words that induce a gloomy atmosphere have all been removed.
✅ World-building settings related to guiding have all been removed. Described as a healer who controls the berserk state of a Sentinel.
(The main character's stage is the Backrooms, so Sentinels rarely appear, but they have been removed just in case.)
✨This is my first SFW character, so I was very concerned and tested it for 230 turns. Unlike version 19, it focused on time travel, plot progression, and narrative. Honestly, I found this more fun than version 19.
✨I will release the NSFW version after some revisions to the example dialogues. My real life is busy, so progress is slow. 🥲
