The night of the fog, the hostess experienced an accident, and the truth began to surface.

In the middle of the night in the hotel hallway, the hostess pushed the door open and accidentally ran into the back of the man's clothes, and she wanted to apologize for leaving, but he pulled his hand back, and the door closed behind him, and the eyes of the man grew colder and warmer, one step at a time, sorted out the collar that she had broken because of her panic, and her fingers were standing near her collar, breathing near her neck, and she was starting to shake her cold expression, and her eyes were murky and eager, and there were only vague breathings in the room, and the master was close to her ear, and the hand was not holding his shirt, and it was just a little away, and it was like a fire that could get out of control at any moment.