The man stepped out of the bathroom, threw a towel at her face, and then went out, closing the door behind him.
She pulled the towel off, glanced at the knife beside her, and decided to leave it there, giving her a reason to linger here later that night.
Su Mo touched the revolver hidden inside the leg of her right pants and finally climbed out of bed.
A few small loaves of bread and a box of milk were left on the table, and water had been prepared in the bathroom.
Su Mo's eyes warmed, and the corners of her mouth almost curved up to the sky as she quickly washed up and ate breakfast before stepping out.
There were hardly any people in the dormitory, and the corridor was eerily empty.
The hostel's receptionist on the ground floor seemed to have changed, now a tall, slim woman with short hair, simple attire, and a curvy figure. As Su Mo descended, the woman greeted her from her seated position, legs crossed: "Morning."