That was kind of loud, but not loud enough to disturb the neighbours. Nor the lingering spirits.
When Yixing unpacks his suitcase, he realizes he didn't bring anything to eat. Although he had seen a small collection of snacks in the lobby, he doesn't exactly trust the establishment in the health department. Oh well, it's only one night. He'll live.
He frowns, rifling through the rest of the stuff and questioning why did I pack this and then remembering his reason and then feeling disappointed in himself for thinking that. A dead plant? Maybe he'll use this screwdriver to bolt the door shut to save him from his three enemies: the Mafia, that teenager at the desk, and his mother.
