Delia Asia Vieira felt the world around her disappear and she herself lose consciousness. She woke up on a cold park bench. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, and the world around her, which had recently seemed clear and real, was now blurry and alien. Something was wrong... Her head was foggy, as if her consciousness was still trying to find a foothold in reality.
She looked up and noticed that her hand was resting on an old, tattered ticket. Not remembering how she had gotten it, she carefully pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the faint writing.
"The Tempest. Shakespeare. Elegy Theatre. Tomorrow, 19:00."
Delia Asia Vieira took a few seconds to process what this meant. She rarely got tickets to plays, much less tickets to Shakespeare. But she had this strange feeling that she had to go.
"The Elegy Theatre... Tomorrow," she whispered under her breath, running the information through her head.
Why there? Why now?
She stood up, feeling a slight headache, and despite the strange uneasiness, her mind had already begun to move in another direction. Whatever this was—a strange occurrence or an omen—she decided she could not ignore it. The ticket was her only clue, and if anything in the world could take her to the solution, it was the theater.
As she walked to the theater, her steps became more confident, as if she was being guided by intuition, making each step part of something greater, something beyond her understanding. Delia Asia Vieira did not yet realize that the path to the theater would be the beginning of a journey that was not merely physical.
As she approached the theater, the building's façade seemed more majestic than she had expected. The Elegy Theater was an old, almost abandoned place, but there was something inviting about its majestic appearance, as if the building itself held secrets waiting to be revealed.
Delia Asia Vieira approached the doors and walked inside. The atmosphere of the theater was different: semi-darkness, the smell of old books and wood, and some invisible rustling, as if the walls themselves were telling stories.
"Tomorrow," she repeated to herself again. "But why should I be here now?"
Before she could look away, someone approached her. She turned around.
"Excuse me, are you looking for someone?" the woman asked, her voice pleasant and calm.
"I... just came to see," Delia Asia Vieira replied, feeling her excitement grow.
"Got it. Then this way," the woman pointed to a narrow staircase leading up, towards the box.
Delia Asia Vieira followed her, not understanding what exactly attracted her to this place. She did not know what was waiting for her behind these doors, but she felt that there must be something important here.
When she climbed into her box, the theater hall was empty. All the light was focused on the stage, where there was an ancient decoration, but not a single actor was visible. Everything was too quiet, too perfect for a place that was supposed to serve as a place for live action. It was as if the place was waiting for the performance to begin.
"Aren't you going to sit?" asked the woman, who disappeared behind the door.
Delia Asia Vieira looked at the empty seats in the box, but then her gaze was drawn back to the stage. She felt a strange pull, as if she herself were part of some mysterious spectacle.
She sat down in the chair, felt her body relax, and her gaze turned to the scenery. Barely audible, as if from afar, she heard a voice speaking in old English:
"The eclipse and the storm are coming. We who are lost, will we be saved?"
Delia Asia Vieira shuddered. As if these words were not just the text of a play. They resonated in her soul, as if they were addressed directly to her. She did not know why, but these words became more important to her than anything else.
"Storm..." she whispered.
Through the stages and the darkness, the theater seemed alive, but not as it had before. She realized that this play, this performance, was more than just a cultural event. It was the beginning of something bigger, something she would have to understand.
Suddenly the lights went out in the theater and silence fell upon her like a dark shroud. She couldn't understand what was happening, but her intuition told her that she was on the threshold of something incredible.
The world around her began to distort. The scene before her eyes blurred, and Delia Asia Vieira felt her mind being transported to another place. Her consciousness was anxiously searching for an explanation of what was happening.
"What is this? Why me?" Her thoughts were confused, but she knew one thing - all this was not accidental.
The door opened behind her and she saw a figure standing on the threshold of her new reality.
"Are you ready?" the voice asked.
Delia Asia Vieira couldn't answer with words, but her heart knew: yes, she was ready. And just as she was thinking about it, a footstep was heard from behind, and a woman, her shoes echoing on the wooden floor, approached her. Delia Asia Vieira turned around and saw Kate, one of the nurses she had accidentally met in the park earlier. Kate looked a little strange in the theater setting, her strict medical gown had been replaced by a light dress with a floral print, and she now looked like a completely different person.
"Oh, hi!" Kate said with a big smile. She looked like she was inspired by something. "I didn't realize you were here. Can I join you?"
Delia Asia Vieira tensed a little, but nodded.
"Of course. I... just came to look."
Kate sat down next to him and immediately, as if in jest, made a theatrical gesture, straightening her shoulders and speaking with a slight mockery:
"You know, I always wanted to be an actress. Can you imagine, I would play a role where the whole world depended on one look from me!" she theatrically closed her eyes and spread her arms, as if she were on stage. "And I would say, like, do you hear that noise? It's a storm! And it won't subside until..." she paused, bowed slightly, then abruptly opened her eyes and looked at robotess.
"That's it," Kate laughed, looking at her as if she was expecting something. "What do you think?"
Delia couldn't help but smile a little, despite all the strange things going on around her. She was used to seeing Kate as a nurse, strict and professional, but this version of Kate was completely different - playful and theatrical.
"It was... interesting," Delia Asia Vieira replied, trying to understand what was really behind this funny scene.
"Yeah? You know, I could be famous if I wanted to!" Kate again played the dramatic pose, almost falling into the chair. "Maybe if I learned a few lines and started wearing wonderful suits like yours," she winked, as if realizing the absurdity of the situation.
Delia Asia Vieira responded quickly without feeling offended.
"Maybe you really could become an actress, seriously."
"Oh, well, I'd love to put on a show!" Kate stood up abruptly and made a theatrical gesture that could have been appropriate for a scene from Shakespeare. "I can play both tragedy and comedy!" she added, turning around and casting one last glance at robotess. "But I have to go. The matter does not wait."
She turned and headed for the exit, sliding between the rows of seats, her shoes echoing around the theater again.
Delia Asia Vieira sat, thinking over what Kate had said. She couldn't help but notice how easily and confidently Kate ignored the whole strange atmosphere, as if the theater was her second home. And at the same time, Delia Asia Vieira felt that her conversation with Kate was somehow important, as if she had missed something significant in her words.
However, at this point her thoughts were interrupted again by her own side. Still under the influence of strange sensations, she rose from her seat and began to explore the theater. The corridors were dark and abandoned, and the walls seemed to retain the echo of whispers from long-past rehearsals. The theater was empty, and the only sound was her own breathing, merging with the dim light that barely penetrated through the ancient windows.
She opened one of the doors and found herself in a musty, slightly moldy room that looked like it had once been used for rehearsals. Costumes, props, and old sets were scattered everywhere, but the strangest thing was that the room had clearly not been completely cleaned - some things had been thrown on the floor, and there were also fragments of old scenes in the corners. Delia Asia Vieira, walking around the room, noticed several people talking nervously among themselves.
"Who are you?" she asked sharply, noticing several escaped patients who had apparently found shelter in this place.
One of the men looked up and froze, as if assessing who stood before him. His face was distorted with pain and fear, and his eyes, like the others, had that anxious emptiness that could so easily be seen in the eyes of people deprived of all hope.
"We're... we're just hiding. Escaped, you know? From the hospital," he said, clearly unsure whether he should say more. "And you... You're a... A nurse, right?"
Delia Asia Vieira nodded without interrupting him.
"I'm from the theater. I have questions," she answered calmly, not wanting to reveal herself completely, but she knew it would be better to get to the point.
The other man, noticing the robotess's interest in their conversation, rubbed his forehead and came closer.
"You don't know what's going on here? Have you heard of Delia York? She was here, in this theater, when we... when we rehearsed. She often came to watch us work. The actors had their secrets, their games, and... she somehow became a part of this place. You have no idea what she did to us..."
Delia Asia Vieira frowned. The name Delia York, the girl she had saved, was familiar to her, but all this talk of theater and actors made her doubt. She looked closely at her patient.
"What do you mean?" she asked, more cautiously. "What happened?"
The patient seemed to remain at a loss, but then, feeling the robotess's gaze on him, he spoke slowly and with obvious fear.
"We were rehearsing The Tempest. It was an important play, we were so involved in the roles, in the characters... But then the costume for Caliban appeared. It was huge, with claws, ugly... Delia... she looked at it, and her eyes... You should have seen the way she looked!" His voice weakened, and he looked at the floor, as if regretting something. "He scared her. And then... everything became really scary."
"What happened?" Delia couldn't help but ask. She felt the tension building in her body.
The man continued, his voice barely audible, as if he was afraid to say the words out loud.
"She psychokinetically... gave the actor a headache. His face twisted, he started moaning, and then blood started pouring out of his nose. He even fell over. We all thought it was just an accident, but... Delia was there, she didn't show any emotion, but her eyes... they were burning. And from that moment on, that actor... he couldn't work in the theater anymore. He just couldn't..." the man fell silent, sighing. "We couldn't rehearse anymore, and she left."
Delia Asia Vieira stood there, absorbed in the man's words. Every word he said echoed in her thoughts. The girl she had saved was far more complex and dangerous than she had ever imagined. And now, it seemed, she was part of something much greater.
"Are you sure this isn't just a coincidence?" she asked, though she didn't believe it herself. "That actor, you said he was hurt... what happened to him?"
"He disappeared," the man said quietly. "Everyone thought it was his personal tragedy. But after that incident, none of us were the same. She... she was more than just a girl. She was part of what was happening here.
Delia Asia Vieira looked around the room once more, her mind filling up more and more with memories of Delia York. She thought about how the girl could influence those around her with her power. With every word she heard, she realized that her own mission was becoming more and more confusing.
"If you really want to understand what's going on here, we're going to have to change the scene," Delia Asia Vieira said to the patients, who now seemed to be looking at her with respect.
They looked at each other, and one of them, a tall man with a shirt that seemed to have lost all shape, stepped forward. He was obviously inspired to some degree by her confidence.
"You want to change the scenery?" he asked, glancing at the collapsed parts of the stage. "How are you going to do that?"
Delia Asia Vieira nodded calmly and picked up a couple of props from the shelf. She began to explain in detail.
"I can change this world. I can rebuild the scenes and create new ones, like the worlds we want to live in. We can create not just a space for a play, but living, real worlds. You have to believe that it is possible."
Gradually, the other patients began to realize that this was not just a robot standing before them. It was an entity capable of changing the course of events, transforming not only space but also the reality surrounding them. They were amazed, but each of them, in their own way, realized that they now had a chance.
"So you want to use the stage to change reality? To create a new world?" one of them asked, his eyes wide with surprise. "How are you going to do that?"
Delia Asia Vieira looked at them with a slight smile, but her answer was serious and confident:
"It's simple. We use your knowledge of the theater, your feelings and sensations. I will change the scenery, and this will open the way for changes. We can create any world, be it a world in which we are free, or a world in which we can simply get away from all this."
In response to her words, the patients began to mutter among themselves, not quite understanding what she meant. But their respect for her grew. Several men and women, once hopeless and broken, now felt hope. They approached her, and one of them, a middle-aged woman, spoke up.
"Then do it. We will be your assistants. We are ready to try."
Delia Asia Vieira, feeling the support, nodded.
"Great, let's start by changing this world. We'll work together, and we'll start with the scenery. Soon, when we change the scene, we'll see a new world."
She turned and began to take the first step, changing the props. In her hands, the objects became more than just costumes or decorations. She saw the space around her change: the decorations became not just objects on the stage, but real parts of a new world. The worlds they dreamed of began to open up.
"Look!" one of the patients exclaimed. "This is not just a stage. This is a whole new world. You did it."
With each movement she made, more and more elements of the stage began to come to life, as if they were part of something much larger than the theater. Each of the patients now stood watching the process, as if magic were happening right before their eyes.
"This isn't just a stage. This is a whole universe," said the man standing next to robotess.
Delia Asia Vieira nodded. She knew that this power was her key to unlocking all the secrets that lay beyond this stage. She knew that she could create something greater. And the patients, as allies, were part of her plan.
"Now we can move on to the next scene," Delia Asia Vieira said, smiling slightly as she continued to change the scenery. "We will create a world where everything is possible."
Her hands slid over the scenery, and she took another step toward the scene change. Everything around her began to change - the old walls, floor and ceiling disappeared, giving way to a new space. Fog filled the air, and from behind its thick curtain appeared a terrible and gloomy house - the house of Caliban.
The creaking, discharged doors opened with a heavy thud, and the audience—all those patients watching the proceedings—watched with bated breath as the terrifying costume appeared before them. Enormous scaly hands, curved claws, hair like leaves fallen from a tree, and mutated eyes. One of the patients, an older man with a moustache, was wearing the costume. He looked absolutely terrifying as Caliban, moving awkwardly across the stage, but there was real determination in his eyes.
"I am Caliban!" his voice boomed, covered with echoes. "I am a monster! Cursed by this world!"
He walked to the center of the stage, his movements jerky and twitchy, but his terrible acting in the suit created a believable image of a creepy character.
Delia Asia Vieira stood back, watching as a performance once created for others took on a new form. She understood that she was not simply changing the scenery – she was helping patients live out their own fantasies and fears, giving them the opportunity to express themselves.
"Victory over Caliban!" one of the women shouted, watching the scene. "We have defeated the monster!"
Caliban, playing the patient, fell to his knees, raising his arms to the sky as if his strength had given out. He let out a final scream, and then collapsed to the ground. And it was at that moment, that moment of victory, that Delia Asia Vieira stepped forward, surveying the scene. On the table next to Caliban's bed lay another passport. She reached out, her fingers brushed the paper document, and she read the name on the cover: Harvey Pleydell Dean.
This moment was significant to her. Her automatic mind couldn't help but notice that with each change in the scenery, with each reincarnation into this world, she was getting closer to figuring out what was happening in this reality. The passport was part of something bigger, but what exactly? And how did her own existence and her connection to these people affect what she saw and felt?
She picked up the passport and flipped through its pages. Strangely, just looking at the name Harvey Pleydell Dean mixed up her feelings. There was no doubt: this was no coincidence. Something about this man might be important, but she didn't yet know how.
"Did you find something?" one of the patients sitting next to her asked, approaching.
Delia Asia Vieira didn't answer right away, but continued to look at the passport. There was a hint of anxiety in her eyes that she couldn't quite understand. She knew she needed more information, but how could she tear this piece out of the puzzle? How could she find the answers to the questions that arose with every step?
"I..." she began, but the pause dragged on. "I found another person. A person whose name is somehow connected to this world.
The patients gathered around looked at each other. Their interest was great, because each of them felt that in this game with reality they had become part of something important, something more than just a performance. But what was it? Each of them felt their lives changing with every step of the robotess.
"Are you going to continue?" the man who played Caliban asked, his voice softer now, with a hint of respect. "You're not going to stop there, are you?"
Delia Asia Vieira nodded, her gaze full of determination.
"We are all part of this world. And I am going to learn more about Harvey Dean, because he, like all of us, is not just a character. We are all intertwined, and each of us is part of something that goes beyond this theater."
With that, she pocketed her passport and walked out into the city streets with a shadow of worry in her eyes. The city seemed to be engulfed in a continuous bustle, as if all its inhabitants moved in the same rhythm, oblivious to each other. But for the robotess, this was strange in its own way: she was not just a part of this world - she was alien to it.
Her first stop was a bookstore. It was small, with dim light filtering through the windows. The smell of old pages, dust, and history filled the air as Delia Asia Vieira walked in. The shelves were filled with books, from classics to modern bestsellers. She ran her hand along the spines of the books, as if searching for something important.
"Hello, can I help you with something?" came the voice of the salesman, a young guy with glasses, who was standing behind the cash register.
Delia Asia Vieira turned to him. His gaze was momentarily surprised, but then he returned to his usual politeness.
"No, just looking for something interesting," she answered, picking up one of the books from the shelf, but immediately putting it down, not finding an answer to her questions. Her eyes continued to study the books, but she felt that nothing that was around could satisfy her.
The salesman, noticing her anxiety, came closer.
"If you are looking for something specific, perhaps I can help? We often order books on request."
"I..." Delia Asia Vieira began, but the words caught in her throat. She didn't know what she needed. All she could feel was that she was looking for something she'd never find. "I just thought it would help."
The guy nodded without insisting.
"I understand. Well, if anything happens, I'm here," he said with a slight smile, returning to his place.
Delia Asia Vieira took a few steps around the store and, not finding anything suitable, headed for the exit. Her gaze caught on an old city map hanging on the wall, and she suddenly thought about where to go next. The city was huge, and she knew that something important was waiting for her among its streets, but what exactly, she could not understand.
Leaving the bookstore, she found herself on a noisy street, with shop signs on every corner. She walked on, avoiding the gaze of passersby. Suddenly, her gaze caught on the sign of a department store - and this was exactly the place she was looking for. She went inside, immediately feeling the contrast with the store. It was bright and noisy, the shelves were bursting with goods, and muffled music was playing from the speakers.
Walking past the shelves of goods, Delia Asia Vieira did not notice all the noise around her. She was absorbed in her thoughts, trying to put together a picture of what was happening. The display cases with various things, toys, household appliances - all this was part of something that she could not comprehend. Her gaze returned to the map she had noticed in the bookstore, and her thoughts began to develop along new tracks.
Suddenly, a saleswoman emerged from behind the shelf - a middle-aged woman with short brown hair. She noticed robotess and, smiling, approached.
"How can I help you, dear? Are you interested in something?"
"I'm just looking," Delia Asia Vieira replied, slightly alarmed that she had again not found anything she needed.
"I understand," the woman replied without insisting. "It's one of those things that sometimes you just have to live through. Keep looking, and at some point you'll find what you need."
Delia Asia Vieira nodded, thinking that was quite appropriate. That was how she felt in this world, a seeker who didn't quite know what she was looking for.
Leaving the general store, Delia Asia Vieira walked towards the nearest motel she had seen on the street. The motel was old and abandoned, but from the outside it looked like a decent place to stay. She felt the weight of worry lift slightly as the motel door opened. It wasn't crowded and she wasn't planning on staying long, but she felt a strange calm in this place.
"Good evening," the old lady behind the counter greeted, her gaze tired but friendly. "We have some rooms available."
"I'll have one for the night, please," Delia Asia Vieira replied, feeling like she needed some time to herself to process everything that was happening.
She paid for the night and took the key. The room was quiet, only the dim light of the lamp cast shadows on the old furniture. Delia Asia Vieira sat on the bed and thought about what awaited her. Questions continued to plague her mind, and the answers did not appear. But here, in this temporary refuge, she felt that she was a little closer to the solution.
Delia Asia Vieira sat on her motel bed, watching shadows dance on the walls under the dim lamplight. Time passed slowly, and everything around her seemed slightly broken, like an old mirror that reflected the world, but with distortions. She tried to relax, but the tension inside her wouldn't let go.
The night at the motel was long, and with each passing hour she felt her anxiety growing. Initially, she had simply planned to get some rest so she could continue her search. But with each step she took, everything around her became more confusing. The first sign was when she tried to turn off the lamp, but instead her hand touched something strange. There was a small, inconspicuous key lying on the table.
Delia Asia Vieira leaned over and picked it up. It was strange, because she didn't remember anyone leaving it there. Her thoughts were soon interrupted when a light knock came from the hallway at the door. She froze, listening. Someone, obviously in high heels, was walking down the hallway, and then, without waiting for her answer, the door creaked open.
"Good evening," said the woman with long dark hair, with a clearly nervous look, clearly trying to hide her concern. "I need to check the condition of the rooms. Sorry to bother you."
Delia Asia Vieira held her breath and nodded, knowing that now was not the time to ask questions. She simply thanked her and tried to return her thoughts to normal. But the strange feeling of unease did not leave her.
When the woman left, Delia Asia Vieira decided she needed to check out the other rooms to see what was going on in this motel. She stood up, starting to scan the hallway. The rooms were all the same, except for a few details that didn't fit the overall picture – the same strange shadows on the walls, the same cold smell of age and dampness. But something else caught her attention – the rooms were hidden behind doors that didn't seem to have numbers, as if these rooms weren't supposed to exist.
She tried to open one of these doors, but it was locked. Delia Asia Vieira froze and looked again at the key she had found in her room. It was absurd, but then a thought occurred to her - maybe the key to this door? She inserted it and was surprised to find that the door opened, as if she was just waiting for her turn.
The same hallway, but now the walls seemed much older and the air was heavy and thick. A few steps forward and she found herself in an empty room that looked like an old office with a few shelves and furniture covered in dust.
Something on the ceiling caught her attention - a strange map that seemed to mark the paths she had already taken. It felt like her life was becoming part of some kind of game or puzzle. But how could she avoid it if the room she was in wasn't even real?
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from behind her. Delia Asia Vieira turned around, but there was no one there. She grabbed her bag, picked it up, and walked down the hallway.
This time she decided not to go back to her room, but to continue looking for answers. Suddenly, another door appeared in front of her. Delia Asia Vieira let out a quiet breath before opening it. She found herself in a room similar to the one she woke up in, but with some changes: the bed was in a different corner, and the bathroom door was locked.
She tried to take the key she had, but at that moment she noticed that its place had been taken by another letter, left on the bed. "If you seek answers, they can be found here. But be warned: this is not just space. This place can change shape, it does not tolerate strangers."
The letter felt eerily supernatural, as if someone was watching her every move. Delia Asia Vieira didn't know what to do with this knowledge, but she had no choice. She decided to explore the bathroom.
As she reached for the door handle, footsteps came from somewhere in the hallway again. Someone was approaching. Delia Asia Vieira turned around abruptly, but in front of her stood the same woman who had checked the numbers, now with a clearly more intense look.
"There is nothing to find here," she said, her gaze sliding around the room. "You had better leave this place. This is not your path."
"Why?" asked Delia Asia Vieira, deciding not to hide her thoughts.
"Because this is a trap. And if you don't leave now, you will stay here forever," the woman replied, her voice shaking. She took a step back, as if expecting Delia Asia Vieira to accept her warning.
Delia stood up silently and looked at the door she was about to open. But something in her heart told her that there was more waiting for her here. Everything she had experienced in the last twenty-four hours came down to one thing – she had to act. She knew that there were dark secrets hidden inside this dark and sinister motel, and her investigation led her to the only logical conclusion: the director was connected to what was happening here, to the disappearances and strange events.
She took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked into the office. Inside stood the director himself, a tall man of about forty, with a cold gaze and a lifeless smile on his face. He stood by the window, his head bowed and looking at his hands, as if he was thinking about something.
"Oh, who do we see!" he said without turning around. "I knew you would come to me sooner or later."
Delia Asia Vieira walked up to the table, oblivious to the smell of cigarettes and old tobacco that hung in the air. She placed several sheets of paper in front of him.
"I didn't come to talk," she said in a firm voice. "I came to put an end to what's happening in this place."
The director turned and looked at her, a cold smile playing on his face.
"Do you want to prove something? Or maybe you're just looking for justification for your suspicions?"
"I don't just suspect. I know there's crime going on at this motel," she said, pulling an old complaint book out of her bag. "Here's what I found in the complaints from previous guests. It's only a small selection, but there's some pretty interesting stuff in there."
She put the book on the table, opening one of the pages, which contained notes from clients complaining about strange occurrences in their rooms. The signatures were numerous and all according to the same scenario: strange sounds, disappearance of things, unexpected appearance of strangers in the rooms. All this pointed to the actions of the director himself or his employees.
The director froze, his eyes narrowed.
"Do you think this will give you proof? Are you sure you want to go down this path?" His voice became wary, but still calm.
Delia Asia Vieira looked at him, feeling the adrenaline pumping through her blood. She knew that her investigation had come to an end, and now was the moment when she had to take the plunge.
"You don't understand me." She took a step forward, showing several other recordings. "You don't just run this motel, you control people's lives. You lure them here, and then you disappear like a shadow to cover your tracks.
The director stepped forward, his eyes shining brightly, and he leaned over the table, studying the complaints.
"Do you think your papers mean anything?" His voice became more threatening. "If you think you can just come in and destroy everything I've spent years building, you're wrong.
"I will not remain silent while people continue to disappear," Delia Asia Vieira replied, not looking away. "I will report all the crimes to the police. I know you have removed the evidence, but this book is a start. You did not have time to destroy everything. And now your actions will be investigated."
She stood right in front of him, holding a book and papers with notes in her hands. His eyes filled with anger, and he took a step back, but at that moment, Delia Asia Vieira took out another piece of paper - it was the conclusion of the investigation into the numerous cases of missing people connected to this motel. On the document were reports of those who had gone missing and whose bodies had never been found.
"You have no choice," she said, taking out her mobile phone. "I'm going to call the police and hand over all this material."
The director gritted his teeth, but despite his confidence, his face turned pale.
"You don't understand what you're doing," he whispered, almost desperately. "You're going to ruin everything."
"I will only destroy what you have built on the suffering of others," Delia Asia Vieira replied, opening her phone and dialing a number.
The director didn't have time to do anything. When Delia Asia Vieira dialed the number, he heard familiar voices from the police, and his face immediately turned gray.
"Hello? Is this the police?" she said into the phone. "I'm giving you dirt on the motel manager. He's involved in a lot of disappearances, and I'm ready to provide all the evidence. He's trying to hide the truth, but I won't let him."
After she finished the call, she looked at the director, who was standing in the corner of the office, nervously crossing his arms.
"You won't get a second chance," she added, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway.
A few minutes later, the police arrived at the motel, and Delia Asia Vieira closed the door of the motel manager's office behind her, confident in her decision. She took a few steps down the hallway, going over in her head everything she had learned over the past few hours. She was close to solving this whole murky story, but not all the answers were in place yet.