chapter 8

The Man on the bed put out his cigarette.

He dragged a sheet over the corpse, then walked toward the door.

Only then did I notice he had changed into clean clothes, and there was no blood on his body or hands.

He didn’t seem to want the people outside the door to know he had killed someone.

He spoke as he walked out.

“What delivery?”

One step, two steps, three steps.

Finally.

He walked out of the room.

And, as he left, he closed the door behind him.

Great, my chance had come.

I hurriedly crawled out from Under the Bed.

Without a second thought, I ran straight to the window.

But when I reached the window, I was stunned.

Although there were no security bars, the window was locked.

Their windows needed a key to open.

I didn’t have the key. If I wanted to get out through the window, I’d either have to unlock it with the key or smash the glass.

With my life on the line, cold sweat broke out all over me.

I looked closely-the glass was thick, and it was double-layered laminated glass.

Smashing this kind of glass would be loud, and there was no guarantee I could break a hole big enough to crawl through in one go.

If they caught me while I was smashing the window, I’d be finished.

I was like an ant on a hot pan.

Completely panicked.