The second floor was vacant, specifically used for storing miscellaneous items, but the restroom was large, just like the layout downstairs.
The women's restroom was extremely quiet; to be precise, the entire second floor was very quiet.
So quiet it felt isolated from the world, and not a sound from the bar downstairs could be heard.
"Stella?..." Fiona Schmidt called out from the doorway, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
A few lights were on the second floor, emitting a dim glow, and combined with the deathly stillness, it seemed especially eerie, reminding her of scenes from a movie and filling her heart with waves of dread.
"Stella? Nora Hanson!?" Calling out twice more, Fiona knocked hard on the door, listening carefully, but heard no movement inside.
Her friend had drunk quite a bit, and worried that she might have fainted in the toilet, Fiona decided to go in and take a look.
