Nathaniel stood under the shower, thinking deeply. He remembered how worried Cheyenne was, earlier on. Why was she worried about him that much?
He stared blankly at the wall, as the water from the showers drizzled on him. He remembered her worried look when she stared at him from his head to his feet.
No one had never been been that worried about him; not even his mother.
He finally closed the faucet, and wrapped a towel around his waist, before walking out of the bathroom.
He took a glance at the closed laptop on his table.
"What is she doing now?" he muttered to himself, taking his gaze away from his laptop.
He walked towards his table curiously and picked up his laptop to check the CCTV footage.
He saw Cheyenne seated on the floor strangely, instead of the bed. He
