They gathered excitedly in the corridor, raising their phones to livestream the occasion.

My heart raced with anticipation as I unlocked our suite, stepped into the hallway, and watched my mother-in-law eagerly turn the handle of room 412.

She pushed the door open with a cheerful greeting, only to freeze as piercing screams erupted from the crowd in complete disbelief.

## Part 2

The hallway descended into chaos.

Camera flashes illuminated the corridor while glowing phone screens captured everything for livestreams. Horrified gasps echoed against the luxurious wallpaper.

Inside room 412, the scene was devastating.

Ethan and Jessica lay tangled beneath white hotel sheets, surrounded by scattered red rose petals, exposed and frozen with terror.

Ethan scrambled upright, clutching the blanket against his chest. His face turned an alarming shade of purple as he struggled to speak.

“Mom! Dad! Wait, stop recording, this is a complete misunderstanding!” he shrieked, his voice cracking hysterically. “I… I must have taken the wrong elevator and walked into the wrong room by accident! It’s an honest mistake!”