Upstairs, in the room, Jaylene Ziel nervously stood by the window because there was no power in her room; people downstairs couldn't see her at all at this moment.
Meanwhile, messy footsteps still echoed in the corridor, sometimes distant, sometimes near, not knowing who they were. It seemed like nobody noticed this room.
How could this be? Could it be that this room wasn't a bedroom?
Thinking this, Jaylene Ziel suddenly realized that the room was so bare, with nothing but a bed, it indeed didn't resemble the standard rooms of a hotel.
"Someone, anyone outside?" Jaylene Ziel banged on the door panel and shouted, "The power's out in this room, hurry up and open the door, I need to get out."
In the corridor, it seemed like someone faintly heard the noise, so someone asked, "Did you hear that shouting? It seems to be coming from this room."
"That's just a junk room. How could there be someone's voice coming from there?" A man beside sneered.
