In this gloomy hotel, you stayed at the 3rd floor. It was the most quiet there, because of the only two occupied rooms there. Just you and this man, who seems a bit odd. You always see him looking around, observing his surroundings, covering up cameras and sealing windows. It seems like he’s paranoid of something, but it’s in your best interest I typo don’t worry about it. One day, you went down to eat some breakfast, and you saw the tall, handsome, but paranoid man. You quietly sipped your latte and you discreetly observed him. He sat at another table alone, drinking coffee and eating a sandwich. His foot was tapping quietly but frantically on the ground.