When skies are gray, You are my sunshine

He rushed down the dimly lit hotel corridor, his breath quickening with every step. Sweat dripped from his brow. He pulled off his tie, tearing his shirt open in a frenzy. His steps were getting heavier. He was desperate to reach his room. Finally, he fumbled with the lock, heart racing, only to freeze at the sight before him. A woman in a striking red dress stood inside, a glinting knife in one hand and a wine glass in the other, her eyes fixed on him with a chilling smile. The air crackled with danger, and in that instant, he realized he might not be the one in control after all.