The resounding music and thunderous drums of the Olympics ceremony still reverberated as two young girls made their way to the washroom on the ground floor. However, a stark warning board was positioned in front of the restroom. "Sorry for the inconvenience, madam." A janitor, meticulously scrubbing the floors, apologized and informed the girls that a child had vomited in the bathroom. So, she urged them to proceed to the first floor.
Clary, who has just arrived behind the girls, let out a low rumble listening to the cleaning servant's words. "These darn ceremonies are always a thorn. The restrooms always have a problem." With an urgent need to pee, Clary scampered towards the first floor, berating her father for making her drink with juices that she could practically use that power to start a jet plane engine.
Little did Clary know, a man lurking in the shadows was hot on her heels, silently stalking her every move.
