Ren walked out of the luxury washroom, wiping his damp hair with a towel and fully cleaning his pubic area. The scent of rose and sandalwood lingered in the air, but as he stepped into the hallway, he froze.
There were doors everywhere. Long, polished hallways twisted in every direction, each one looking exactly like the other.
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Great… I'm lost," he muttered under his breath. "Why do all these rich people build houses like mazes?"
Ren started walking, passing one hallway after another. Every few steps, there was a different expensive painting or an oversized vase that probably cost more than his house.
"Do they really need this many rooms? Do they even use half of them?" Ren kept muttering. "Probably all part of some rich-people cult rule: 'Thou shalt waste as much space as possible.'"
