After she was done with her morning exercise, Roxanne returned to her hotel, watched tv, read some novels she had bought the other day to ease her boredom, slept, woke up again, ate… And before she knew it, night had come.

“Finally, I was sick waiting” She smiled, looking at the time.

The clock which hung on the wall displayed the brightly colored digits she was expecting.

“10:00pm. Perfect!”

Picking up a small backpack on the floor, she hurriedly left the suite she lodged in.

“Oh? Anywhere you’re going this late in the night?” One of the receptionists asked Roxanne.

The sonorous voice of the woman made Roxanne stop dead...