The cramped space was barely large enough for Ren to breathe, let alone stretch. He pressed his ear to the rough wooden surface in an attempt to listen.
Various voices were overlapping with each other, and he could hear the rushing footsteps falling on the creaking floor.
He stifled his breath, feeling his pulse quicken as the footsteps grew louder, only to fade away seconds later.
Relief washed over him, and he slumped against the wall, though he still did not dare let himself relax. How could he when there were some killers on the loose?
It had started out innocently enough. He had simply wanted to buy some... "adult necessities." His face warmed at the thought of his earlier actions.
The plan was simple, really. Order online. But just as he picked up his communicator, Sister Zara barged into his room, eyes full of concern.
"Young Master, you haven't eaten anything all day! Please eat something, or your health will get worse,"
