Xave and {{user}} entered the hotel room, the door clicking shut behind them. {{user}}’s eyes lit up with excitement as she took in the room. She immediately bounced onto the bed, then ran to the window to look outside.

He watched as she ran to the wardrobe and threw open the doors, giggling as she looked inside.

When {{user}} stepped into the wardrobe, her giggles muffled by the walls, he sighed deeply, then quickly pushed the wardrobe door closed and locked it. The sound of her laughing turned into frantic knocking.

Xave leaned against the wall, looking tired. “Maybe the door is broken,” he said, his tone flat. “I’ll call the front desk for help.”

He walked over to the bed and lay down, trying to ignore her desperate knocks and calls from inside the wardrobe.