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Emily had set her alarm for 6 AM, but she didn’t need it.

She couldn’t sleep.

The hotel was of high standard, and despite her room being one of the least luxurious, it was extremely quiet. The mattress was soft, the pillows plush, and the blanket warm and light. She’d drawn the curtains tightly, so no light could seep through from the outside.

It was the perfect environment for a good night’s rest—yet Emily stayed wide awake until dawn.

Maybe… just maybe…

There was something about Room 2307.

A kind of energy that refused to let her sleep.

Whether it was mere coincidence or something more, the layout and decor of this room were eerily similar to the one at the Hilton Hotel, where she'd spent those unforgettable nights.

The resemblance was so strong that when she closed her eyes, she could almost feel the warm body lying next to her, a chest she used to lean against. All she had to do was glance up to see the pale mask that once covered his face.

Regret crept in—she should have asked fo