cw: brief, veeeery brief sexual description
While the two people in room 301 were having a peaceful rest, the horde of paper dolls continued their celebration dance to the fourth floor, passing through tightly closed doors one after another. The sound of gongs and trumpets lingered in the air like a cold caress of the undead, sending a burst of cold fear to the frightened souls beyond the door.
Upon finding no disturbance, they smoothly ascended to the fifth floor, unaware that behind them, the door number 404 quietly creaked open.
Sister Hong poked her head out and seeing that the paper dolls had gone up the stairs, she heaved out a sigh of relief and opened the door wider. Compared to her strict and no-nonsense appearance a few moments ago, it was like she had become a wholly different person now.
