Rahi opened her eyes, finding herself in a familiar room. Memories of the previous night flooded back, and she sat up on the bed in a frenzy. She looked around the room, but there was no one there. In a panic, she threw off the quilt and hurried to the door, only to find it locked from the outside.
"Open the door!" she shouted, desperation evident in her voice. But there was no response, and her pleas fell on deaf ears. She rushed back to the bed, retrieved her mobile phone from her purse, and attempted to switch it on, only to discover that it was dead.
Frustration overwhelmed her, and she angrily slammed the phone onto the bed. Rahi was trapped in the bedroom of the private suite, with no key to unlock the door or means to contact anyone. She sat on the couch, holding her forehead in
