In room 512!
Axi, who had been drinking beer, suddenly froze, his keen sense of smell picking up on a taut atmosphere.
Almost on instinct, he reached for the gun resting on the bed.
"Someone there?"
His brows furrowed tightly, Axi stealthily flicked off the safety of the gun in his hand, his fierce eyes glued to the sliver of light coming from the corridor through the door gap.
It seemed like a pair of feet were blocking the light from the door gap.
Even though he couldn't see clearly, his intuition told him that those were feet, and that someone was standing right outside his door.
Holding the gun, Axi slowly stood up, beads of sweat appearing on the tip of his nose.
He tiptoed quietly, shifting his steps bit by bit.
Treading on the soft carpet, he moved to stand behind the bed.
Given his short stature, the moment there was danger,
this king-size memory foam mattress would become his best cover.
Axi stood behind the bed and slowly raised his gun.
