Damien frowned and had no clue.
So did Kendall.
At the same time, a homestay.
A young man in a loose graffiti T-shirt was leaning against the railing of the balcony to smoke, holding a half-bottle of beer dangling in the other hand, looking up at the lights on the ceiling, and exhaling foul smoke.
He is of Asian descent, with good-looking facial features, and a red mole on the left side of his chin, which gives him a different style, full of youthful freshness.
But the owner of the mole drooped his eyelids, looking listless and decadent.
His face and lips were also slightly pale, as if he had been injured.
Bell – the phone rings.
The young man put the beer bottle on the table and went into the bedroom to look for his mobile phone. A red laughing clown mask on a white background was randomly thrown on the floor of the bedroom.
In his black backpack he pulls out a cell phone…not this one.
