Damian was still standing near the reception desk, staring at his phone screen for the umpteenth time. There was no sign of Chintya arriving. He sighed, then sent another message:

[Where are you? I've been waiting for you since earlier.]

But there was still no reply.

“It’s been twenty minutes…” Damian muttered, then turned and walked out of the hotel. Damian decided not to wait for Chintya.

A few minutes later – In the hotel’s back parking lot.

A black car pulled up. The back door opened, letting out Chintya, who looked weak and overheated. She tried to stand straight, but her steps were unsteady.

A tall, muscular man wearing...