Encountering A Ghost

1 a.m., the corridor of the motel's second floor was quiet and pitch black.

The atmosphere was faintly sinister.

Suddenly, a bizarre figure could be seen pacing back and forth in the corridor.

Its body was covered in fresh blood, its pale face resembled a dead person. It had a blank look on it now.

Where is this place?

Who am I?

He continued pacing back and forth, blankly surveying his surroundings. Only after a long time did he discover that he seemed to be in the corridor of a motel.

He felt that his thinking speed was extremely slow. There were many things he couldn't remember.

He also felt very tired and weak. He needed a good sleep.

Then he began to walk toward his room. Making the motion of pushing open his door, he entered.

In truth, his body simply passed through the door, like his body was something illusory.

This room was a double room. Other than him, he had one more colleague.