When exiting through a side glass door, the door opened automatically. "Ha ha ha," Haruki laughed at the thought,
'Why, with all that charisma, even the doors open for me!' He made a condescending gesture to the corridor, which lit up.
"I am this amazing!"
The luxury still impressed him, the toilet had gold metals, and the ceramics were hand-painted. The singer spent time admiring the place before using it. He arranged his socks, sitting on a luxurious couch, and then washed his hands again.
When he left, he discovered that something was wrong, the door would not open.
'Seriously!' It only took Haruki a few seconds to realize that he was the victim of another troll. Someone had locked him in the bathroom.
"It was funny, guys. But now let me out," he asked, assuming they were his friends this time.
"Toc toc," he tapped the wood, "Guys, you can open it! Don't be jealous of my magnificent presence! You can do it too!" he asked again.
