Story of A Refugee (9)

The two of us immediately ran down the stairs, only to see all eight of our coworkers ahead of us going in the same direction.

By the time we all made it to the senior officer's fancy barracks, we all froze as we heard a weird sound coming from inside.

More specifically, a woman's moan followed by a man's groan.

We looked at each other for a second, standing still as no one wanted to be the one who interrupted someone's business.

"Zhaoxun, you're the youngest here. You go in." The oldest soldier suggested.

"Hell no."

Despite my attempt to argue back, everyone kept staring at me as if they had all reached a unanimous decision for me to go in already.

"Fine."

As soon as I gently knocked on the door, the sound inside instantly disappeared. The footstep gets closer and closer as my heart keeps pounding.