Brinda
I can't believe the mysterious man outsmarted Bullet and I. While we ran away from the hotel earlier, the air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if he was a harbinger of secrets and hidden truths.
His very presence seemed to command attention, drawing someone in with an irresistible force, like a moth to a flame. He had almost the same personality Francesco has.
“I guess he's gone. We have to head back home.” Bullet said while tapping my shoulder. I let out a sigh as I watched the mysterious man vanish from my sight.
The journey back home was peaceful because I already fell asleep and a hand tapped my cheeks before I flipped my eyes open though they were still heavy with sleep.
My eyes darted around and it fell on Bullet who snapped her fingers right in fron
