When I was on the fourth floor the first time and peacefully read an interesting scroll, a rather muscular sir came through the door I forgot to close. He seemed to be angry at me (maybe it was his room?) and wanted to seriously injure me. He hit me so hard I fell unconscious. When I woke up, he did the same thing again, and repeated it another two or three times. The fifth time I woke up, he seemed to be distracted by something and I went away. I tried to find some sort of complaints office in this establishment, but only thing I found was a large hole in the floor which, presumably, led to the laundry room. After a while, the unpolite sir from before came along and seemed determined to excuse himself, but unfortunately, in all his vigorous desire to restore due justice, stumbled and fell through the hole. As I haven't heard any sound after that, I assume he landed on a pile of dirty clothes and slept in.
