It's three o'clock in the morning. That thought continues resonating in my head as if it's a bad omen.
I'm sitting alone in my room, sweating profusely from the heat of the fire I'd just lit in the adjacent room. The fire that was clearly intended for me. Despite the fact that my fridge has just been stocked with drinks, thanks to the ever grateful manager, I'm drinking a cool glass of water. I'm trying to think of something.
Who could have pulled this off? And why is that? It wasn't immediately evident that it could have been the man-animal. While you're not in the game, things are a lot clearer than when you're in it. I'm trying to think of something.
It's tough to think since it's hot everywhere and the power hasn't been restored since the fire. The management is scared to use the ge
