. . .
Back in the hallway of Pontecelli Penthouse that morning...
"Who are you?" Zeirenne asked.
"You can guess..."
She surveyed the dazzling man in front of her who was wearing casual clothes: a cute yellow shirt which complemented his bright sunny smile, and a blue slacks reaching his white shoes.
"I think I know, " she said before stepping forward for a rib-crushing hug, "You're Dylan Wang, my favorite friend!"
Dylan's face turned into half a grimace (from the tight hug) and half smile (from the tight hug as well).
When she finally let go of him, his breathing needed a few seconds to stabilize. Another smile was supposed to leave his lips but his eyes got caught on the seemingly murder scene.
"What happened? Are you alright?" He asked her with apparent dread. His eyes were searching for answers.
Zeirenne traced her bloody path. "Oh it's nothing. I think it's fake blood with some awfully realistic smell hahaha."
Dylan raised an eyebrow.
