Ding-dong~
The elevator carried the two of them to the hotel's top floor.
Hollowed-out wall lamps stood every two meters along the shell-patterned walls.
Guest rooms were arranged symmetrically and neatly on both sides of the corridor, which was carpeted in gray wool.
The ceiling was also decorated with refined blackwood in ribbon-like patterns, serving as ornamental "wiring."
Between the rooms stood curved glass display cases containing various dark-themed art pieces, while Renaissance paintings hung on the walls.
Just then, the door to the third room on the left slowly opened.
An elderly Resident emerged slowly, holding a candle in one palm and supporting himself against the wall with his other hand... His eyes were filled with exhaustion and panic, and he even seemed barely conscious.
When the Resident caught sight of Han Dong from the corner of his eye, his panic escalated into terror. As if he had seen a ghost, he immediately retreated into his room.
Click, click~ A continuous series of locking sounds came from inside.
"That just now was..."
Although that Resident had appeared in Han Dong's Vision for less than a second, Han Dong had already memorized ninety percent of his physical features.
Setting aside the ordinary traits of a Dark Dweller and the sickly symptoms caused by severe insomnia...
The old man's right pinky was twisted into a spiral... Though compared with the Spiral Arm Han Dong had glimpsed last night, it was far less pronounced.
Neither the degree of spiraling nor the area it covered came anywhere close.
Moreover, the old man did not radiate danger or make Han Dong feel uneasy... However, through the Anubis Divinity's perception of death, Han Dong could roughly tell that the old man might die soon.
"Could this 'spiral' be some kind of illness?"
Still harboring doubts,