Trista's pov

Hearing the gunshot outside, I couldn't help but push the door open and pull Donald's clothes corner.

"Be careful!" Donald held me in my arms.

With a dull bang, he and I fell into the bathroom. Donald quickly kicked the door and locked it!

Suddenly there was no sound outside.

I curled up in Donald's arms in fear. "Who the hell are they? Why kill us all?"

He covered my mouth and we retreated step by step to the last toilet. Just now, those masked people would rush in. There were no windows here and the mobile phone was dead. We couldn't ask anyone for help at all....