Ever since I came back from America, things started to get strange for me especially in my apartment. At first I thought I was just overthinking, but…I did not realize that I was already perfectly coiled and imprisoned in a trap made by an unknown man. And that I…
I was cluelessly dancing with danger and death.
Takuma stared at me for a while, then he slowly reached out to me to give the pictures. “Do you want to check it?” He asked.
I clasped my hands together tightly while keeping my eyes on those pictures. I did not want to see it, and I wanted to throw them away, but…I had to know how far did that guy go in secretly taking pictures of me. Did he also take pictures of me here inside my apartment? At Kaya’s house? I nervously thought to myself. Just those thoughts alone were
