Five Again

𝐗𝐕𝐈: 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺

DISCLAIMER: This story contains typographical errors and grammatical errors. Please take note that the writer is unprofessional and new to field of writing.

Read this before you scroll.

The characters I created in this story are not perfect-they have flaws. If you're looking for perfect characters, then this isn't for you. Please don't judge them too quickly based on what you read. Thank you for understanding.

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CHAPTER 16: HIDE BEHIND THE SHADOWS.

❗WARNING❗

Some of the following scenarios contain bloody, heavy, and disturbing scenes involving the killing of a person. This is a very disturbing chapter. If you are uncomfortable, please skip the following scenes for your well-being.
Mag pray bago basahin. Thanks you.

SOMEONE'S POINT OF VIEW

"Good evening. One room, please."

I slid the card across the counter. It weight more than paper, more than ink. It was a quiet declaration of who I was in this place. The clerk stiffened almost imperceptibly before nodding, then reached for the telephone, murmuring into it with sudden urgency.

It was 7:45 in the evening, and I found myself standing in the hotel lobby once more.

My gaze drifted, sweeping across the familiar space. As expected, nothing had changed. Nothing ever did.

The air felt heavy with artificial warmth, laced with the clamor of people who didn't belong in my world, and yet insisted on occupying it. Laughter echoed too loudly, conversations overlapped without restraint, and footsteps shuffled without purpose.

Among them were faces I recognized. Students, naive and restless, chasing things they barely understood. I knew exactly why they were here. That only made it worse.

Their voices grated against my ears, sharp and incessant, like a swarm that refused to quiet down. It took every ounce of restraint not to snap, not to silence the noise that crawled under my skin. This place is suffocating, chaotic world was everything I despised. And yet, here I was again, forced to endure it once again.

Not even five minutes passed before the private elevator chimed open. From it emerged the owner of the hotel, composed and deliberate, walking straight toward me as if summoned by my presence alone.

"Bonsoir, madame." (Good evening, madame)