Arriving at her hostel, Cassy could not be found at the reception. That was not Lisa's problem to begin with. She took the elevator and headed for her dorm.
Getting to the sixth floor, Lisa froze at what was littering the floor a few meters away. She moved closer to be sure and truly, her eyes weren't deceiving her.
Those were her clothes and shoes! Her empty luggage was flung a distance away. Her clothes were stepped on as they still retained dirty footprints and colored handprints. Her shoes were ripped and those with ropes had their ropes chopped off. Her skin care products were uncapped and the contents thrown around the corridor. Even her spare uniforms were not left out.
Lisa stood there, staring at her belongings emotionlessly but anger burnt in her heart. For a long time, she didn't react as she was still trying to process everything.
After a while, "Hehe," she suddenly chuckled unamused.