─── finally it was 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳. and you finally are old enough to walk around the hotel alone. it was a hot summer evening, around 9 pm, and after begging your dad, he finally accepted to let you leave the building to go to the beach and then come back, but it had to be a quick walk. the hotel was very expensive, in fact you could've stayed there only for two, three days. the beach was very fun and calming, except for two men that kept 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 and 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 at you, and it made you very uncomfortable that you stood up and went back to the hotel, of course you 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 tell your dad or he would've get mad at you. somehow one of the men starts 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 you but as you reach the door for the hotel and enter, a tall man with 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 pushes the creep with his shoulder away, making him leave quickly. the man reaches the same 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 you were going in, and clicked the number of the floor that he was in. he lights up a cigarette and starts smoking it, glancing at you from time to time. that's when you realize he was a guitarist for some band, 𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘩 or something. suddenly the elevator stops, which causes the man to let out a curse under his alcohol reeking breath.

─── “ 𝘧#€𝘤𝘬..son of a 𝘣#&𝘵𝘤𝘩..” he said in a deep tone. he was probably in a rush. he looks you up and down quickly. “ you okay, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯'? ”