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I William and Cresilda were forced to check-in again in that secluded old and cheap hotel in the city. As usual, they were greeted by the male receptionist with a sarcastic smile. Automatically, Cresilda look on his hand to check if he has a tattoo. To her dismay however the male receptionist is wearing gloves in his both hands. Cresilda furrowed. “He did not wear gloves before; so why all of a sudden he decided to wear gloves?” She thought. William on one hand, tried to check if the male receptionist has a mole near his temple, however he could not see it as his hair is somewhat covering that portion. He became frustrated especially when he noticed that his hands are with gloves. They also tried to search for the janitor, their other suspect; but unfortunately, they could no