One o'clock in the middle of the night.
The second floor corridor of the silent hotel was pitch dark.
Carrying a faint sense of eeriness.
An eerie figure paced continually in the corridor.
His whole body was covered in blood, his blue-white face like that of a corpse bore a hint of confusion.
Where is this place?
Who am I?
He seemed to have no memory of anything prior.
He wandered back and forth, looking around bewilderedly, it took him quite a while to realize he was in the hotel's corridor.
He felt his thoughts were sluggish, many things he couldn't remember.
He also felt very tired, very weak, he needed a good night's sleep.
He stepped forward towards his room, mimicking the action of opening the door, then walked inside.
In fact, he passed through the door as if his body had become phantom-like.
The room was a double room, besides him, there was also a colleague.
