Her Next Door Neighbor Ep. 20: The End and Beginning of a Fated Cycle

Outside the hospital room window, birds chirped and flowers bloomed, while a nurse gently changed my IV drip. I moved my fingers and noticed an old red string bracelet on my right wrist. The doctor approached, looking at me with surprise. "You're finally awake. You've been in a coma for seven days due to severe gas poisoning in that old shared room." So, was all of this just a long nightmare born from a lack of oxygen to my brain? No laboratory, no evil spirits, and no Room 404. I chuckled self-deprecatingly. The nerves that had been taut for twenty days finally relaxed completely. I completed the discharge procedures, tidied up my emotions, and prepared to return to ordinary reality. However, as I walked out of the hospital and hailed a taxi, the driver turned back with a warm smile and asked, "Young man, where are you headed?" On impulse, I gave him the address of the new place my cousin had found for me. Upon hearing it, the driver's smile vanished. He glanced at me strangely through the rearview mirror, hesitating to speak. "What's wrong?" I asked, puzzled. The driver took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "It's nothing... It's just that the apartment building had a fire last month. They say an old landlord burned to death there. Also, the room numbers in that building are really weird; there are only two rooms on each floor." "Which two?" My heart skipped a beat. The driver gripped the steering wheel and said softly, "Room 403, and Room 405." (End of Series)