Bryson headed upstairs to take a shower and wash off the smell of alcohol from his body.

He requested someone to bring a fresh set of clothes to the room.

Soon after, Bryson heard a knock on the door outside the bathroom.

Assuming it was the delivery of his clothing, Bryson tersely instructed, “Leave the clothes and leave.

The person outside remained silent, neither speaking nor continuing to knock on the door.

After his shower, Bryson emerged from the bathroom with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, only to discover that the lights in the room were off and darkness had fallen outside.

Furrowing his brow, Bryson wondered if the person delivering his clothes had turned off the lights.

two steps forward, reaching out to

a figure lunged at him, wrapping him in a tight hug in

overpowering-nothing like

pushed the

as cold as ice as he walked over

had stumbled and fallen to the

regarded her

you get

arms, rising from the floor with a

“Bryson, it’s me.

Surely you recognize me?”

her well-maintained skin that radiated a dewy glow, indicating diligent

at her

to draw closer, Bryson retreated two paces to avoid

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