Wrong Direction

Under the faint moonlight, she could vaguely make out the room as a luxurious, presidential suite.

When she entered the room, she made out the lavish decor, rose-embellished European arches, and expensive Saxon rugs; there was also a king-size bed for five persons in the suite.

A refreshing evening breeze was blowing from the slightly ajar windows. It set the crimson curtains fluttering and flipping.

"Hmm… Did I enter the wrong room?"

She hastily turned around and was surprised to find the door locked. She twisted and turned the doorknob to no avail; it would not budge.

Is the door locked from the outside?

Alarmed, she banged the door hard and shouted for help, "Is anybody there?! Why is the door locked?! Is anyone out there?!"

There was no reply.

Silence.