It took an entire day to clean up the hotel.

The hotel had many floors that we had to go through, and the number of rooms that we had to go through on each floor made things so much harder. We carried out our work late into the night, going through every bathroom—even the bathtubs—thoroughly.

Fortunately, there were not that many dogs left over.

The dogs who had lost the will to go down to the first floor to fight had hidden themselves in the guest rooms, and we dealt with them as we made our way up.

We encountered fewer dogs as we ascended.

Most of the dogs we found in the guest rooms were guards, and it seemed like they didn’t have the stamina to go further up when they needed to.

When we got to the sixteenth floor, I was able to figure out why they only had thirteen people managing this place.

There was an enormous lounge on the sixteenth floor, filled with dry snacks and all sorts of drinks, ranging from hard liquor to wine and beer. The leader and the twelve followers had separated themselves from the ordinary dogs in order to enjoy a life of luxury.

They deserved to be torn to pieces. Or perhaps even a more painful death.

While we dealt with the dogs, the survivors in the main building acted as lookouts to keep watch on the surroundings, while most relied on each others’ warmth to fight off the cold.

After going through all the floors up to the top, we gathered back on the first floor...