While Ming Wan'er was undergoing all kinds of examinations and tests at the city's Contamination Control Bureau branch early that morning, Annie was still fast asleep in the luxurious VIP suite, Room 3303, on the 33rd floor of the Haunted Hotel.
After all, although she hadn't found anything for a late-night snack last night and hadn't attacked the weird things in the hospital, she'd still spent most of the night running around. It had been well into the small hours before she finally returned to the hotel to rest.
So when she accidentally slept until nightfall the next day, completely missed mealtime, and then realized she had no food, she naturally sat in the suite's living room, glaring at a certain bear in a sulk.
"..."
(...)
It was already a little past 8:20 p.m. She'd accidentally slept for several extra hours.
In another world, sleeping in a little wouldn't have been strange or a big deal. It wasn't as if she were some poor wage slave who had to get up early and work herself to the bone while paying off all kinds of loans.
But the problem was that in this world, at this crummy hotel, anything after six in the evening counted as nighttime.
By then, the restaurant's cooks and staff had long since gone home. The hotel no longer offered any dining or delivery services, and all the hotel attendants, except for the poor soul forced to pull the night shift at the front desk on the first floor, had either hidden away in the staff dormitory or gone home and "disappeared"!
So, when she thought about how she couldn't find anyone to bring her food and probably wouldn't find any shops open if she went out, she grew angrier by the second.
"..."
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