Tom K

Alison always played with her friend to knock on the doors and run away, until one day, as always, they were knocking on the doors of the hotel rooms until in one they knocked and knocked, when suddenly footsteps were heard and they both ran away, but Alison stumbled and turned to see a tall man with braids and baggy clothes.

—“Why the hell are you bothering?”

The man said, lifting Alison off the ground, abruptly affirming his arm as he looked at her with frowning zeal