Anastasia's expression darkened immediately, and she darted off in the direction the waiter had pointed.
All she could think about was her fear for Eleanor's safety.
As she pushed the door open and turned, she was startled to find that the door had been closed and locked from the outside.
Anastasia's expression turned panicked, and she immediately started banging on the door, shouting, "Help! Is anyone there? Please open the door!"
The room was dimly lit and cramped, like a long-abandoned storage room cluttered with miscellaneous items.
Gradually, anxiety began to creep up on Anastasia, and an inexplicable fear started spreading from the depths of her heart.
What nobody realized was that Anastasia had claustrophobia.
She inhaled deeply, fumbling on the wall, searching for a light switch, but it was nowhere to be found.
It wasn't long before she detected something was off, as she could smell something burning.
As the smell intensified, Anastasia began to cough violently.
Anastasia had somehow lost her phone.
An overwhelming sense of desperation engulfed her as she crouched by the door, trying to breathe in the air from the outside.
But it was hardly enough for her.
The smell of smoke came from another room in the private suite, along with rushing waves of heat.
She had no idea what was burning.
Anastasia's face had turned ghastly pale. She was coughing so much that she could barely speak, even with her mouth and nose covered.
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