It was while Han Dong stared at the door, at the whirlpool imprint carved out by some kind of metal tool.
Ga ka~ Ga ji~
A faint noise reached his ears.
It sounded similar to bones and flesh thrown between millstones, forcibly ground together.
Yet, it was finer, like a 'small portion being slowly' finely ground.
Listening carefully, he realized that the noise originated from the third room on the left starting from the elevator entrance.
"Is it coming from that old man's room?"
The receptionist immediately understood Han Dong's implication and handed over a spare room key.
But she herself didn't wish to go there.
Even without being targeted by the 'vortex,' contact with the victims could also carry the possibility of 'contagion.'
"Let's go, Mary... Mary?"
Under normal circumstances, Maritzis would follow immediately.
But after hearing about the 'vortex incident,' Maritzis hesitated.
