Nino
"Toro," I quickly stood up and unlocked the door, I dashed in and scrambled towards the stairs. The sitting room looks unscathed, not a single piece of stuff is thrown around or out of place. I couldn't identify this fear in me as I walk to his door, my pulse quickened with so much uncertainty. I took a deep breath and turn the knob, I open his bedroom door and met an empty room. His bed was well-dressed, and nothing about his room looks off or out of place.
But where is he? He didn't even inform me that he will be going out. What if something has happened to him? And the package, who left it there? Who is after us? Dozen of guesses wrecked my mind and they all went to Joana's husband. If he's the one, why is he doing this? As Toro said Mr. Walker isn't the type to beat around the bush, he lurched at his prey directly. I want to believe he isn't the one doing this but I can't help but suspect him.
