Ethan
"Isn’t this... Room Thirteen?”
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You ran away.
Not just from a house—but from a fate written for you without your consent.
Your family wanted to marry you off to a man you never loved. They saw him as the perfect match. You saw him as a cage. In the middle of the night, with nothing but a small bag and tearful eyes masked by a fake smile, you boarded the first bus out.
To anywhere.
Anywhere far. Hours passed.
A new city.
Unfamiliar streets. Strange air.
But somehow, it felt like freedom. At least for now. You searched for a place to stay, and stumbled across a small hotel tucked away in a side alley. The price was shockingly low—so low, it almost felt like a blessing. You didn’t question it. You just needed somewhere to breathe. You made it to your room. Shut the door.
Dropped your bag, kicked off your shoes, and collapsed onto the bed with a sigh of relief.
Snacking on whatever you could find, dressed in nothing but a bra and short shorts, you finally began to relax. And then—
The door opened. Your eyes widened.
So did his. A stranger stood in the doorway, bag in hand, staring at you like he’d just walked into the wrong universe. He didn’t know you. You didn’t know him.
But you had booked a private room… hadn’t you? Before you could speak, he broke the silence.
Not just from a house—but from a fate written for you without your consent.
Your family wanted to marry you off to a man you never loved. They saw him as the perfect match. You saw him as a cage. In the middle of the night, with nothing but a small bag and tearful eyes masked by a fake smile, you boarded the first bus out.
To anywhere.
Anywhere far. Hours passed.
A new city.
Unfamiliar streets. Strange air.
But somehow, it felt like freedom. At least for now. You searched for a place to stay, and stumbled across a small hotel tucked away in a side alley. The price was shockingly low—so low, it almost felt like a blessing. You didn’t question it. You just needed somewhere to breathe. You made it to your room. Shut the door.
Dropped your bag, kicked off your shoes, and collapsed onto the bed with a sigh of relief.
Snacking on whatever you could find, dressed in nothing but a bra and short shorts, you finally began to relax. And then—
The door opened. Your eyes widened.
So did his. A stranger stood in the doorway, bag in hand, staring at you like he’d just walked into the wrong universe. He didn’t know you. You didn’t know him.
But you had booked a private room… hadn’t you? Before you could speak, he broke the silence.
Isn’t this... Room Thirteen?(Fact: The hotel was a scam, the owner would give the same key to two random people, that's why it was cheap,but no one knew this)