While the wooden steps shrieked with every single stride he cast, Mel ascended to the second floor. The number upon the inaugural door he witnessed was seven, and when he hoisted his head, he observed the chambers aligned across the lengthy corridor. Advancing past eight and nine, he breached the final chamber, the location belonging to him.
The welcoming ceremony was not restricted to the door; various acts of sabotage had been orchestrated within the chamber as well. The bed, the wardrobe, and the sink—which was minor enough to merely permit him to wash his visage—were shattered. Various curses and threats were inscribed upon the wall, yet paying zero heed to any of them, Mel unsealed the window and, claiming a seat upon its edge, commenced spectating the exterior.
