2 a.m.
The night had deepened, and though it was spring, heavy dew lay about; only a slim crescent moon was visible, veiled by clouds, dim and lightless.
The hotel corridor was even quieter, and even though the person tiptoed, moving gingerly with minimal arm swings to minimize the rustling of clothes, the sound was still distinctly audible, accompanied by the crisp ringing of the doorbell. After several rings, a woman's voice came from inside.
Perhaps awakened from sleep, her voice bore traces of drowsiness and she asked in English who it was.
The doorbell continued ringing, and soon the person opened the door and glanced at the visitor, frowning slightly.
The visitor was dressed entirely in black, the brim of the hat pulled low and a mask on, completely obscuring the face.
"You are..."
The visitor pulled down the mask a half-inch, and, recognizing them, she hurriedly let them in.
