As I was pushing the door, another force pulled it from inside. I peeked in, but I was blocked by a waiter. Neither could I move in nor see the people in the room.

This place was very strict with guest privacy.

“Excuse me, are you a friend of Mr. Watson?” the waiter asked.

As the surname was unfamiliar to me, I shook my head. “No, I think I’m in the wrong room.”

As I turned to leave, I could feel someone staring at me intently, and it made me feel ...