I was startled.

I bounced up and leaned over the peephole, looking outside.

The empty corridor was quiet, with no one in sight.

The dumplings on the floor were sitting there quietly.

The situation was too horrifying at this moment.

I trembled and asked in the group:

[Um, can we stop joking around?]

The group remained silent.

No one replied to me.

I felt my palms sweating:

[There really is a plate of dumplings outside my door.]