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knock knock!

Tee!

The sound of the door unlocking sensor working. A slender hand opened the door and inserted the keycard into the keycard slot. The sensor in the keycard slot turned on the electrical system, causing the dark room to be lit up with slender legs walking chaotically. His exhausted body reached the king-sized bed. Mark dropped down onto the soft mattress, exhausted. His eyelids were almost unforgettable. Mark couldn't force himself any longer. He fell asleep from exhaustion. Asked why he was in this state, it was probably because of the alcohol he drank at the birthday party earlier in the evening and the exertion with the beautiful woman after the party that caused Mark to be in this state.

02:35 AM

Mark awoke because his excretory system had started to work due to drinking too much water, causing him to have to get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night like this. Mark fumbled for his cell phone, thinking about using it to turn on the flashlight because the room was so dark he could hardly see anything. But no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find it. Mark guessed that he probably forgot it in the outerwear he threw. He had definitely left it on the sofa outside when he arrived, but now he couldn't stand it. If he didn't rush to the bathroom, Mark would definitely wet the bed. He quickly pushed himself up from the bed, relying on memory to guide him. himself in the dark until he finally made it to the bathroom. After Mark finished taking care of his business, he returned to the bed, preparing to sleep before waking up to go to work tomorrow morning. But when he got to the bed, Mark sat down on the bed and felt He felt that his bed was strange. He didn't know if it was because of the alcohol that was still lingering or because he hadn't been back to sleep in the condo for a long time, which made him feel strange. Mark shook his head and chased away his thoughts. Not going back to sleep on his own for a long time, it was probably just an unfamiliar feeling because Mark was normally a person who had a hard time sleeping, otherwise he was always so worried that he couldn't sleep.

Mark leaned down on the bed again, unable to close his eyes to sleep before he suddenly woke up. He remembered something. The drowsy state he had been in for a while had completely disappeared. When he arrived, he inserted the keycard into the keycard slot. The electrical control system is activated when a sensor detects a keycard in the slot. The electricity in the room would always be on if the key card was not removed, so why was the whole room so dark right now? Moreover, the strange sound that Mark heard when entering the bathroom sounded similar to the footsteps of the person he thought he was. His ears were wide open, and now he began to suspect that the voice might be the voice of someone in this room, a room owned by a single man who often visited. Sometimes it was impossible to understand. There was someone else in the room. Mark listened to the sound again. He almost didn't dare to breathe hard because the room was so quiet right now, so quiet that he could hear his heart beating to the rhythm of the rock music next to him. In his chest, aside from the sound of his own heart rate, Mark could barely hear anything. It might be a good thing if the sound Mark heard came from his own distorted senses, but it would probably be easy to trust. It was too difficult right now. Mark wanted to turn on the light and shout to find out who was in his room, but when he thought that if it was a criminal who had sneaked in and had a weapon in his hand, he alone had no skills. In terms of fighting, his weapons probably couldn't fight him. His mobile phone, the only communication tool he had, was left outside. If he opened the door, he would probably die at the hands of the criminals who might be waiting. Definitely in front of the door

Mark gathered himself and was sure that there was no one in this bedroom because the bedroom was not very wide. Inside the room there was only the bed and the bathroom that he had just come out of. There was no place for the culprit to hide. Therefore, in this room it was safe. Mark decided to get up. He got up from the bed and slowly walked towards the bedroom door, which if opened would reveal the living room, next to which was the kitchen and guest bathroom, which might be where the culprit was hiding. Mark twisted the lock gently to prevent the culprit. He knew that if possible, he wanted to climb out of the window and escape, but this room only had clear glass that wasn't a window so he could only see the scenery. Or if it was a window that could go out, Mark probably wouldn't have. Definitely able to climb down from the thirty-second floor.

03:44 AM

For more than an hour, Mark couldn't fall asleep. He was afraid that if he fell asleep, the culprit might break the door and attack him. At that moment, he didn't want anything to happen. Now his life was going well with his job. Friends only lack a lover. Even if they aren't married, they still want to live. Mark sat still on his bed, his eyes fixed on the doorway, waiting to see if there would be any movement in the living room, but so far nothing had happened, not even the footsteps he had heard at first had Mark removed. His heart thought that he might have just thought of it himself. He got up from the bed to open the door but was immediately stopped because as he reached out to prepare to open the door, the door knob moved as if someone was trying to open it but He couldn't do it because Mark had locked it since then. Mark looked at the gap between the door, a dark shadow moved through the door, the sound of footsteps was soft but still loud in the darkness. Mark now knew that he didn't just think there was someone. Really in his room

Mark sank to the floor when he realized that there was another person in his room, and that person definitely wasn't his acquaintance. If it was someone he knew, knowing that the room was locked, he would have knocked on the door and called Mark himself. He was shaking with fear. Even though he was a man, he didn't have fear, especially when it came to matters of life and death. If you weren't in the same situation as him, you wouldn't know how scary it would be. Ark looked at the clear glass next to the bed. There was not much light in the sky, but it was brighter than before, a sign that morning would soon come. By then, he would be safe, he thought so. When the morning came, the maid would come and clean his room. If the maid arrived, he would immediately open the door and leave from here. A smile appeared on Mark's face again after The last time, when he left with a beautiful girl who was participating in an activity together, if he could leave, Mark would take a leave of absence from work and go make merit, wash away his bad luck, and then go home and hug his mother tightly, worthy of escaping danger. Mark thought like that. But then Mark's dream shattered when he remembered one thing: he hadn't had the maid come in to clean the place for months because he hadn't been back here for a long time, so he had canceled the maid's cleaning and he He also ordered that if he came, he would call for him to come clean himself. Moreover, there was no need to do it, meaning that when the morning came, there would be no maid to come in, and no one would come into the room to help him at all.

04:12 AM

The sky brightened, but Mark looked gloomy for more than two hours as he sat like this, his mouth pale and pale from dehydration. Now he was both parched, hungry and frightened. His consciousness began to wander. He was hungry and tired, but He didn't dare let himself fall asleep at a time like this.

Knock knock!

          “Knock Knock 

Little rabbit stayed in there all night. Aren't you bored, hmm?”

Marks gasped when there was a knock on the door and a voice spoke from outside. There was someone outside! And it was not a voice that he had ever heard. He did not know the owner of this voice. His body was shaking with fear. Mark put both hands up to cover his mouth. He was afraid that he would be so scared that he would accidentally say something to the person on the other side of the door. heard

Knock knock!

"Why don't you answer? Let's come out and play. I've been waiting for you all night."

His voice was low and hoarse, not a very pleasant sound. Mark almost lost his mind just hearing it. 'What to do, what to do?' Well, who is the person outside? And when did they come into his room? Before he came back to the room or after? Why did he have to experience something like this?

“Aren't you coming out? Ah, I'm sorry, but I think you're probably embarrassed. It's okay. I'll be waiting for you outside. If you want to come out, come out whenever you want."

I think~

The sound of some object scraping on the wall separating the room was not very loud and lasted for nearly five seconds. It could have been a threat from someone outside, purposely letting Mark know that he might have a weapon with him.

Tears streamed down both cheeks. Mark was afraid...'This is so scary. Someone please help. Please help me get out of here.'

A scrap of paper was sent through the door. Mark didn't pay attention to it, but the scraps of paper continued to come in. Mark thought it might be a thief's attempt, so he picked up the piece of paper and looked at it.'

MARK’ 

The message on the paper left Mark speechless. The paper, which was carved with a sharp object, had the letters MARK as the initials. Or did the villain deliberately let Mark know that he knew him? But Mark is sure that he definitely doesn't know anyone with this kind of tone, or would the criminal know because of his ID card?

It might have been in the wallet in his jacket pocket along with his phone. While he was thinking about it, the next piece of paper was handed in. It wasn't engraved paper like before, but it was blood-stained paper. He was silent when he saw that piece of paper. What was the villain doing to threaten him?

After a while, a small card was passed through the door. Mark picked it up and was shocked again when he realized that the card was his ID card that the criminal had scratched off his photo with something. It's messy, focusing on the neck. The paint has been scraped off, causing the paint to disappear and it looks like the head has detached from the neck.

suddenly! suddenly! suddenly! suddenly!

“Hahahahahahaha!!!!! Mark! Mark! Mark!!! Hahaha!!”

The sound of the tip of a sharp object that sounded like it was drilling into the ground repeated many times, the laughter and the calling of the murderer's name was about to drive Mark crazy. He was so afraid that he began to lose his mind. Mark dug the tip of his nails into his own arm, crying and starting to lose his mind because of it. scared 'Somebody please help, anyone...'

06:05 AM

As time passed, Mark still sat leaning against the wall near the door as before. Mark was almost frightened, but the people outside seemed to be in a good mood and liked his room especially because of the noise from the television. Using the bathroom and kitchen, the sound of walking around and humming softly with comfort, as if this room was his own, made Mark helpless. He didn't know what to do in order to survive, get out of here, or get out. Is it a good idea to surrender myself to the criminal? And if he happens to kill him, what will he do? Is there any guarantee that he will be safe? It's too risky. He doesn't want to die yet, but if he stays here, he might die from hunger as well. Instinctively. Mark's survival awakened again and he began to explore the room, looking for anything that could be used as a weapon or maybe something that would help him survive. Mark saw a decorative lamp with long legs standing up. The same height as him.

He dismantled it in order to use the stand as a weapon. Even though he already had a lamp stand, its length was rather awkward and would not be suitable for fighting.

Mark opened the drawer of the desk next to his bed to find anything that could shorten the size of the lamp stand. But instead of finding anything like that, Mark found a blue indelible marker. Mark was so angry he almost screamed. But he had to hold back for fear that people outside would hear him. As it started to get colder, Mark turned around to assess his own fighting power again. He now had a razor lamp stand that he accidentally stumbled across in the bathroom when he was angry at If you tie a razor to a lamp stand, you'll get one long weapon, one marker...

It's useless. What would you like to do with it? Draw a picture or write a suicide note. It's funny.

Mark thought that he would pretend to surrender and surrender to the villain outside. When the door opened, he would use the weapon he had made to fight the villain. The length of the lamp stand would give him a distance advantage if he were to injure the villain. Before the villain could reach him, he would use that moment to escape. Mark reviewed his plan in his head before starting to meditate, keeping himself from being afraid until he lost his mind. Mark let out a long sigh before taking action, but Before Mark could act, Mark glanced at Marker again, but this time he also saw a clear mirror, which made him think of another plan. Marker and the mirror...a message asking for help, even though this room was on the thirtieth floor. Second, if he wrote a large message, someone might notice. This is a commercial area, someone with enough curiosity would definitely notice his message.

Mark began to write a large message on the clear glass.'

HELP 

There's a murderer in my room!' To make sure that someone would see his message, Mark took out a shaving stick on the end of the lamp stand and shined it in the sunlight to create a reflection so that people would see the flickering light. It's fleeting and people will see his message. He has to do it. Until someone notices, he has to keep doing it.

12:12 AM

An exhausted Mark sat on the floor in front of the clear glass, still holding a razor in his hand as a signal to ask for help. The people outside who had been waiting for him since last night continued to threaten him, the sound of chopping knives on the floor. Something made a loud noise, as if Mark had purposely heard it. There was also the sound of scraping on the wall that continued to be heard every now and then. The sound of his words persuading him to leave, along with the eerie laughter, those sounds put pressure on Mark. Like that right now he is close to going crazy. Someone help me. Someone notice his message.

Knock knock knock!

A knock sounded at the door. This time, Mark was freaking out and screaming like crazy. He couldn't stand it. If he was going to die, let him die. He couldn't stand it in this state any longer. Mark ran to the door and opened it. quick exit

“Go ahead and kill me! Just fucking kill me!!!”

Everything was quiet. Mark, who had closed his eyes, opened his eyes and looked around. He saw police officers detaining the criminal. The criminal was middle-aged, around 35-40 years old. He was a burly man with a beard that hid his face, his clothes were ragged, and his eyes rolled back like a psychopath or someone who had recently done drugs. Seeing that the criminal had been controlled, Mark had just escaped death. He almost immediately felt relieved. The police came to collect evidence in the room, but no one paid any attention to Mark at all. Mark thought that instead of those people being worried about him being the victim, no one paid any attention to him, but Mark was too tired. To complain about the work of the police, Mark got up and sat on the sofa for fear that it would interfere with the work of the officers. He would wait until someone came to ask him anything, and another reason was that he didn't have enough strength yet. Leaving here, many policemen walked in and out of Mark's room. The number of policemen was excessive. Even though the incident shouldn't have had so many policemen, there were so many policemen that it was hard to notice the yellow tape that had been brought out. Closing in front of the Tai Mung room, which was surrounded in front of the foundation's door, coming in with a stretcher, which made Mark even more suspicious of what exactly was going on.

Mark decided to get up from the sofa and go look for answers in the bedroom where the police had entered the most and the foundation that had gone in with a stretcher. The picture in front of him made Mark unable to believe his eyes. There was a corpse in his room!? Mark, who saw the picture, vomited. The condition of the corpse with its head bare, the stomach missing, the insides removed and the head stuffed instead of the gruesome memory, but the corpse did not decay, probably because of the temperature in the room, causing the corpse to remain still. It was still in a decomposed condition. The officers had already taken photos and collected the evidence. It was time to take out the head inside the stomach and put it back together as before. Mark gritted his teeth and stood up. He had to get out of here. He didn't want to see this picture anymore. Mark's instinctive human curiosity looked at it again, wanting to know who the corpse stuffed under his bed was. But then Mark was shocked again by the corpse's head stuffed into the corpse's stomach. Instead, he had a face similar to his own.

"Oh...that's not true...that's not me. That corpse isn't me, right!? Police officer, that corpse...that body is not mine, right? Police officer, answer me, police officer!”

Even though Mark tried to ask the police, no one cared or answered his question. Was that really him? And what was he standing here? Mark tried to think back to that night. He returned to this room when he fell asleep due to exhaustion. When he was half asleep, he saw the shadow of someone approaching him. He could not see the person's face clearly and had no energy. When he asked, he only felt a force pulling his hair and a pain at the nape of his neck, but he couldn't feel anything else.

13:56 PM

“Last noon, officials were notified that someone was requesting help from the condo.

XX 

32nd floor, when the police went to inspect, they found the criminal inside the room and upon searching, the officers found the body of a man, approximately 20-25 years old. He was stuffed under the bed for 3 years and is believed to have died at least 3 years ago. The day the body was decapitated and stuffed into the stomach, all internal organs were missing. During the investigation, the culprit confessed to killing the room owner, then dissected the body and stuffed it under the bed. The culprit's internal organs were taken. Went to prepare food and from collecting additional evidence did not find a message asking for help as someone had reported.”

END.