I slowly open my eyes and move them around. The crystal wall lights, geometrical wooden ceiling and the light cooling of the air conditioner remind me the events of the last night. Sitting up, I relax my loose hair through my fingers. Last night I drifted to sleep on the floor, just beside the large bed because I wasn't comfortable sleeping on that soft bed.

I let out a loud groan as I feel my muscles contract and the backache. It is probably due to the air conditioner or the cold floor. When my meeting ended with Samara, I came back to this room and laid on the floor. Within...