Chapter 7 Unexpected Encounter

• Frustrated, I resorted to tapping the heels of my shoes against the floor, hoping to rouse the slouched figure blocking my path. However, my attempts proved futile as he remained undisturbed, his back leaning against the door, and his chin tucked into his chest.
• Surveying the corridor, I found no one to assist me in moving this human blockade. Opening the door seemed impractical since it would send him tumbling inside. Uncertain of his identity, he could be anyone—an intoxicated individual stumbling around after a heavy night of drinking.
• He could have been a beggar, but considering the building's reputation, that assumption seemed unlikely. His appearance also contradicted the typical image of a beggar. Surveying the empty corridor, I speculated that Carl might be the sole resident of this building.