“So, how did you get here?” Jayda asked Damek.
Just as Damek slowly stood to face Jayda, he answered, “Ah, yes. I live here. I went here to clear things with you.”
Jayda’s forehead creased. “You live here? In this hotel? How? And what are you talking about you want to clear things...”
“I live in the same floor with you in this hotel, in the 8th unit. We’re neighbors.”
With that being said, Jayda realized that it wasn’t a dream. That the guy he saw before she passed out was him. It was Damek all the time whom she had suspected for a quite long time.
“You...” Jayda began to stutter in fear again. “You’re the murderer!”
“That... that is what I wanted to talk about with you,” Damek complained as he removed the hood from his head. “Please, let’s talk—”
“No! Don’t come any closer!”
Damek
