Sixth floor.
The corridor was pitch black.
In the distance, faint sounds of hurried footsteps could be heard. Nora Scott swept her flashlight across the corridor and caught a fleeting glimpse of a figure fleeing in panic at the end.
Raising an eyebrow, Nora Scott chuckled softly and did not expose them.
Only when all footsteps vanished, the corridor lights lit up one by one, from front to back, a long pathway, with dim yellow light approaching her field of vision until it finally illuminated overhead.
Her vision suddenly widened.
Nora Scott turned off her flashlight as a matter of course.
Save electricity.
Perhaps this floor had more guests, creating a spooky atmosphere, with peeling walls and colorful scary graffiti adding to the horror under the flickering corridor lights.
But—
Nora Scott swept her gaze over the graffiti and spotted her comic character among them.
