Knock knock.

Hearing the knock on the door from hell, the trembling body could not be relieved by the quilt, after all, it was not because of the cold, but because of the fear of death.

"Guest, please open the door. ”

"Oh......"

With a smile on his face for the rest of his life, the thrush crawled out of the bed and went to open the door.

But is it really the person behind the door who is cleaning the room? I'm not sure, this voice seems to be different from what I usually hear, isn't it a delusion? Thinking in the worst direction because of fear.

Click.

The door is ......

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