Noah leaned against the car after washing his face. He wanted air to touch his face before he would drive home. He hadn't come with a driver and didn't want to bother calling one at that time. He always kept his movements private.

His personal phone rang, disrupting the silence around him. He was surprised since he wasn't expecting any call.

"Room 128, help me, I am in trouble, I am about…"

This was all he heard, then someone's footsteps and the line went dead. The voice sounded distressed. The first thing that occurred to him was to save that person. He made the necessary call and in seconds, the...