Under the night sky, a hint of ferocity flashed in his eyes.
Squeak—
The door frame hinge gently rubbed as it turned, emitting an almost imperceptible creak.
The door opened a bit wider, fully exposing the figure behind it to the moonlight.
It was the innkeeper who had tested everyone during the day!
But at this moment, in contrast to his previous friendliness, his face was now filled with a hollow fanaticism and cold determination.
The once warm and enthusiastic smile had vanished.
In his hand, he held a sharp knife, its cold gleam flashing as he gripped it in reverse.
He tiptoed carefully, his fat body exhibiting an unexpected balance and agility.
Each step landed on his heel, stabilizing before placing down the ball of the foot, minimizing any sound.
He approached the bedside this way without making almost any noise.
The sharp dagger was raised high over the figure asleep on the bed, his eyes filled with a bizarre mix of fanaticism and viciousness.
