At 9 p.m., the hallway on the fifth floor of the northeastern tower glowed with orange flames, casting flickering shadows that danced across the walls.
'Thud-thud.'
I was heading back to Cupcake's room after a drink at the bar on the tower's first floor.
The moment my fingers brushed the handle, the door creaked open and invited me in.
I thought the door was locked. Did Cupcake forget?
The room was dark, illuminated only by faint moonlight filtering through the window.
As I walked through the narrow entrance corridor, I heard water splashing in the bathroom. I couldn't tell if Cupcake had forgotten to turn off the shower or if she was already back.
'Creak.'
I reached for the handle and opened it. A silhouette stood behind the shower's mist inside the bathroom.
I took three steps in and froze. Cupcake was barely five feet tall, but the person in the shower was much taller than I.
The curtain was thin cotton, revealing the silhouette of a woman rubbing her arms with a sponge.
