A tall figure emerged.
He wore a black hoodie on top, covered by a black windbreaker, and dark denim jeans below.
A black hood covered his head, slightly bowed, concealing his brows and eyes under the brim.
His stature was tall, with long and powerful legs.
After exiting the elevator, a slight lift of his gaze landed on the arrow signs with room numbers written on the wall.
1420 served as a dividing line, with rooms extending to the left and right.
The man gave a quick glance and then averted his gaze, walking toward the right.
In the corridor, dark orange retro-patterned wallpaper adorned the walls on both sides, some with oil paintings hanging, and a red carpet stretched underneath to the end of the hallway.
At night, the dim lights in the corridor added an indescribable seductive haziness.
He passed by the emergency exit, the fire hydrant, the wall paintings, step by step, until at last, he stopped.
