Two painful hours later, we are done with the tour, Marco insists I rest in my room before dinner.

‘I have to go get something done. I’ll see you later, set your alarm so you can be ready on time, you know where to be, the kitchen in the main house, your uniform is in the closet, please don’t bite anybody’s head off.’ He says and leaves the room, pressing his phone.

I fall back flat on the bed, I almost Moan out because of how soft the bed feels, I stare at the white ceiling for a while before getting up to properly explore the room. The walls are...