-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_Andrew's Perspective-_-_-_-_-_-_-
"Did you like my gift, Dr.?"
Was the text written from the obscured note sent by the anonymous teen named Skidz?
"Hey, Petrov. Aren't you having too much of your fun and games?" I said while pouring my favourite wine in my extravagant glass.
I knew that he was not present inside this room. However, there is still the slightest chance of a concealed camera placed here to monitor my movements around. This opportunity had happened a week ago, and it was also him who had done the same trick to me.
Silence fills the room, and the only voice that I could discern was my breathing sound, inhaling the cold and a dashing scent of ocean breeze coming from my fragrant azure spray, which was the only sensation that makes my mind calm during this awful occurrence.
Moments later, a notification pops up in my tablet once again, this time sending an image in which I am familiar.
