Alone in the room, Willow sat surrounded by scattered debris—a laptop and various discarded items that now seemed like mere trash. As the impending checkout time loomed, she hastily gathered her belongings and made her way down to the front desk. The money she had left was dwindling. Originally, she had been expecting some support from Lillian, but there had been no response from her. "I'd like to check out," Willow said, her face concealed behind a tightly wrapped mask. No one could discern her identity. Luckily, the hotel didn't require identification card registration. Otherwise, she would have been exposed. "Hello, you need to pay three thousand dollars," the receptionist said, presenting all the bills in front of her. During a recent inspection by the cleaning staff, they discovered damage to the room door and broken items. Thus, all the expenses had been compiled. Willow checked her bank balance and realized it fell short. A few days ago, in a fit of frustration, s
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