At that moment inside the hotel, the crisis had passed, and people who had been hiding under tables on the first floor, inside cabinets, and other various places all crawled out.
Those on the third floor and above had not been affected, but the first and second floors were filled with wailing.
Some cried for their fathers, while others called out for their mothers, tears and sobs could be heard everywhere.
Those who had lost their loved ones yet survived were fortunate, but also unfortunate, as the pain lingered with them.
"Sir, I, I..."
A short and chubby figure struggled to climb out from a hidden compartment beneath the reception desk.
The hotel owner, Brook, had astonishingly good luck and had survived.
It was also tough for him, nearly 200 pounds of bulk, to squeeze himself into such a small cabinet.
Having narrowly escaped death, his eyes were nearly brimming with tears.
It goes to show that when people are pushed to the limit, they truly are capable of anything.
