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**Kamila's Perspective**
I went straight to my room after hearing what Nario said. He's starting to doubt me, and I need to act quickly. But something else was bothering me—Ivano. I think I recognize him... Yes, Ivano Stanovki, one of the 'Dealtros'. It seems Nario is trying to re-enter the group through him.
As I listened closely, I heard their voices passing by my room. They were moving to another room. Quietly, I followed and noticed they had left the door slightly open, giving me a chance to overhear their conversation.
Ivano: "Now it's Bruno's turn. I've prepared the surprise for him, just like you instructed."
Nario: "Good. Tomorrow, we'll move on to Emilio and Gustavo. Once I send them the messages, I'll be able to get in contact with the boss who runs 'Dealtro'."
"You'll never find him, idiot," I thought to myself before quietly returning to my room.
**Nario's Perspective**
Ivano: "She's gone."
Nario: "Good. We need to draw her into the game."
Ivano: "Who do you think sent her?"
Nario: "I'm not sure, but she doesn't seem trustworthy."
Ivano: "Why do you say that?"
Nario: "I don't know... I just can't shake the feeling."
Ivano: "A word of advice: it would be better if you stayed away from that girl. You haven't been involved with women for seven years, and I don't want her to cloud your judgment."
Nario: "Don't worry. Nothing will stop me from getting my revenge."
Ivano: "I hope you're right."
Nario: "I'm tired. I'm going to lie down."
Ivano: "Alright, good night."
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**Author's Point of View**
Bruno entered his room, and when he pulled back the quilt, he was horrified to see blood splattered all over the bed. Trembling with fear, he noticed a book lying on top of the blood. Slowly, he picked it up and opened it to the marked page—page 107. The circled section on that page read, "I will give you a fight."
"What the hell?" he whispered in horror. As he flipped to the end of the book, he saw "107" written again, but this time it was separated into "10.7," with the date July 10 marked as his day of death. Terrified, he dropped the book on the floor and quickly fled the room.
**Kamila's Point of View**
I couldn't sleep at all. My eyes wandered to the bathroom door, and I decided to take a shower to relax. I undressed and stepped into the bathroom. Everything was going fine until I applied the shampoo—then the water suddenly stopped.
"Damn it!" I muttered, frustration rising as I tried to figure out what had happened. No matter what I did, the water wouldn't come back on. I was fully lathered in shampoo, and there was no way I could leave myself like this. I needed to find another bathroom in the house. I assumed each room had its own bathroom, so I wrapped a towel around myself and left my room.
I first went to the room next to mine, entered the bathroom, and tried the faucet, but no water came out. "Don't tell me…" I muttered, feeling a bit panicked. I hurried to another room, but the water was off there too.
Finally, I reached the last room in the corridor. Clothes were scattered all over the floor. As I reached for the bathroom door, it suddenly opened, and Nario stood in front of me.
Nario: "What are you doing here, and dressed like that?"
Kamila: "I tried to take a shower, but the water stopped in my room. I'm covered in shampoo, and I need to clean myself. Will you please let me use the bathroom here?"
Nario: "No, get out."
Kamila: "Can't you see my situation? I really need to clean myself. Please, just let me use this bathroom."
Nario: "I said no!"
Kamila: "I can't sleep like this! Have you lost your mind?"
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I pushed past him and quickly entered the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
Nario: "You're crazy."
Kamila: "I'll be out as soon as I'm done cleaning up, don't worry."
Nario: "You have 5 minutes. If you're not out by then, I'll break down the door."
Kamila: "Fine, I'm not planning on staying in your room anyway."
After finishing my shower, I wrapped the towel around myself and stepped out. Nario was engrossed in some documents, scanning through them intently. I moved closer, trying to catch a glimpse of what they were, but he quickly covered them with his hand and turned to face me.
Nario: "Get out."
Kamila: "Hey, I'm not trying to steal your secrets. I'm just curious about what you're looking at. Can't you at least tell me?"
Nario: "Don't make me force you out."
Kamila: "You really won't tell me?"
Nario: "What does it matter to you? Get out, you're just irritating me."
Kamila: "Alright, I'm going."
I left the room, but not before giving him one last look.