The cold, the mirror walls, red lights, snowy smell…

She’s still in Enzo’s bedroom?

She must have slept off, shit!

She quickly got down from the bed and retied her chest bandage before putting on the shirt, which already smells like blood.

She rushed out of the room, but she immediately came face-to-face with Enzo himself.

She came to a screeching halt before she’d bump into him, then she stepped back and took a better look at him.

He’s shirtless, and his tattoos are on display right now.

None of his tattoos are friendly—there’s a viper snake, a ghost face, a knot, a gun, smokes coming out of a mouth....