Paul stood still, clenching his fists as he made up his mind. His gaze grew fierce and resolute, as if he was ready to risk everything.
He went back to his room and began rummaging for tools he might need—a knife, a rope—while plotting in his mind how to carry out his sinister plan.
Meanwhile, Natalie had no idea of Paul's malicious intentions. She returned to her room, preparing to change clothes and take a shower.
Paul quietly approached Natalie's room, pressing his ear against the door to listen. When he heard the sound of running water, he realized she had started showering. His heart pounded with excitement, convinced this was the perfect opportunity. Gently pushing the door, he found it unlocked. A surge of joy filled him as he slowly opened the door and tiptoed inside.
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