From the gate, a series of stone steps led them up to a three-story traditional building, its rich mahogany exterior gleaming in the sunlight.
The entrance featured sliding latticed doors made of delicate rice paper, adorned with intricate patterns.
The building's eaves were artfully slanted upward, and from each pillar hung ornate lanterns, their gentle glow casting a warm ambiance.
At the entrance, a musical wind chime tinkled softly as it swayed along the blowing gust of wind.
The inn was owned and operated by a humble woman in her forties, who was easily recognizable because she was the only one who did not wear a uniform.
Despite the numerous attendants tending to the facilities, she personally took care to greet each and every guest who graced the inn with their presence.
"Welcome to Love Maze Inn and Hot Spring," she said when the little group arrived.
