"So which room has he been locked in?" Lena asked, folding her arms across her chest, unknowingly stretching the fabric of her blouse tight across her shoulders.
"By the way, what's your name? Seems I've been following someone I don't even know who he is."
"Don't worry. There is no need to know my name." His voice echoed in a dry tone, followed by a thin smile that stretched across his lips. "You will explode when I say it, so let's keep it buried."
He giggled in an eerie tone.
'What the hell?!' Lena's mind recoiled as a cold trickle traced down her spine. 'Well, let me keep my distance, then.'
Her heels clicked in an uneven rhythm on the stone floor, maintaining about five feet of distance between her and the man.
She inhaled the damp, rocky taste of the air slowly through her mouth and nose, fixing her gaze on the man's back.
"He's in this one." The man said, halting before a door.
