A bouquet of black roses suddenly delivered to the hotel raised alarm bells for everyone.
The blooming roses signified that the criminal was about to make a move! -- Who would die tonight? Could it be Purple Summers? Or another woman?
Everyone was on tenterhooks, their minds in turmoil.
Some of the more faint-hearted women were scared into tears, locking their doors and windows, afraid to go out.
The police officer led his team to check every room, carefully inspecting the doors, windows, and even the ventilation systems, before assigning additional officers to stand guard in a state of readiness.
Purple Summers had also conducted a thorough check on her end.
The mechanisms were intact, the alarm system functioned perfectly, and the tranquilizer guns were precisely aimed. Everything was in order, except for the opportune moment.
Purple Summers returned to her room, looking out at the pitch-dark and menacing sky, her heartbeat pounding for some reason.
