Sophia couldn't explain it. She ignored the messages that kept popping up in the chatbox. She turned off her cell phone and lay in bed, trying to get some sleep.
Tomorrow was her first day at work. She needed to rest well so that she would feel better.
The hotel bed was very comfortable, so she quickly fell asleep.
But on this ordinary night, someone else couldn't fall asleep.
In an apartment building in a neighborhood near Wall Street, a man with wet hair stood in front of a French window. The room was very dark, and the only light source shone through the glass window, illuminating the man.
The man's loose gray pajamas draped over his body, revealing his fair collarbone. Drops of water dripped from his wet hair onto his collarbone.
It was cold and itchy, but the man stood there without moving. He did not seem to give much attention to the dripping water.
