Room

So this is it.

I removed my helmet and roamed my eyes on the vicinity of the place. This looks like a huge university, less the welcoming appearance, and friendly schoolmates. This place looks like a place you would never want to step in.

And speaking to that, I am now in the center of a wide field. People in different rooms are out, looking at an unannounced visitor. Very interested to see a lump of new meat.

I suddenly feel goosebumps feeling like I'm their favorite dish on their table and that they would kill each other because of their desire to slice me alone greedily. I shivered in nervousness and removed myself out of the place in so much fear.

Joke.

Like that would happen?

I ignored all the eyes looking at me and disregarded the grins, smirks, and gazes they are giving me out.

So, this is Luther's way to shelter them? Gathering them all together here in a facility that is obviously modified to accommodate them and their "needs"?

Gray, black and red are the building's theme.

This is not bad as I thought it would be. And it complemented these people really well. As well as their mafia leader.

I let my engine disturb the place before I parked my motorcycle in a not so proper way, that I am an inch away to scratch a parked red luxurious car.

The owner should thank me for stopping.

I fixed my helmet and combed my hair a bit before I moved to walk near the guard in this place. Yes, it has a guard and he is no ordinary one. You can immediately say that base on his appearance.

"Mr. Luther didn't inform us about your arrival." he casually chatted to me.

"I'm sorry to disappoint, but even him doesn't have any idea about my arrival today," I informed him before snatching the keys from his pocket.

He is a known versatile man with weapons but he is more seen and known by the way he uses his swords, like how German holds his gun very well. And I know that because he is one of those people who taught me a little about it, on how to control the sword, before that night happened.

Just like German, he is one of those people Luther trusted and believes in so much, and they do so too to him. Which, until now I don't understand why?

He just stared at me. Letting me play the keys in my hand.

Which room should I snatch?

Who will be sleeping outside tonight?

"I can just lead you to a room that is vacant so we do not have to disturb some people along the way," he advises me with a tone like he was lecturing a dear child.

That is a piece of good advice, but I am not good, so I wanted to do something tonight. Besides, where's the thrill in that?

First nights should be exciting.

I continued rummaging about which key should I get but he is fast to snatch them away from me.

"You really love giving me headaches," he said and a memory of me and him before passed on my mind for a while.

That's a cute memory but it was immediately covered by the dark ones.

The keys are instantly in his pocket again and he inserted his hand there to stop me from snatching it again.

But I already have one in my finger.

I showed him a key that I secretly removed earlier. He gave me a null expression which excite the hell out of me. He would only sport that when something is serious, dangerous, or disproving of a decision.

"I am sure you wouldn't want to use that one," he seriously told me.

"Now I felt more excited to use it,"

I walked past him and proceeded to walk to the hallway, disregarding the look in his eye.

Room 178.

As if a monster is hiding behind that room's door.

I continued walking through even with eyes following me all the time. A man with only his boxers on suddenly opened his door so I had to swiftly move on the other side, avoiding the door and him.

"Whoa," I heard him say and his eyes immediately traveled to my body. He was about to grab me so I made sure he will not.

"Touch me and you'll die."

He stopped for a brief moment before his smile come to life again.

"Will you kill me in bed tonight, baby?" he questioned, trying to grab me on my waist again,

My hand is already on his neck at that. I kicked his other knee so he lowered down but my hand on his neck brought him up again. I tightened it and he let me do so for a while. I decided to tighten it devilishly when I noticed how between it, his lips stretch a smile. He is still playing around. I am about to choke him to death when his strong hand snaked on my wrist and put pressure on it that I had to let go or I'll be fractured.

My wrist hurt on the way he pressed it, but acted like it didn't.

This one is strong. He titled his neck and glided his palm there to check something before he proceeded to examine me again.

"You're wild," he commented and this time I clearly saw the whole of his bit red neck.

"Don't get on my way." I warned before I left him there to walk straight to the room I choose.

The key I've picked is in the last room. I should have picked that guy's key because his room is not this far.

I am down to the last two rooms when I felt a gun being placed behind my head.

Now, that's something I've expected.

Should I start eliminating Luther's puppet now? Because based on the firmness of the gun in my head, this one is really determined to kill.

"Do you have some farewell note in your bag?"

I faced her without a doubt, making the gun point to my forehead now.

"Do you have one?" I boredly returned her question.

I glanced at her and realized that she is still a teen. 16 years old or 17?

What made her belong here? What made her hug this?

And why is she pointing guns at people?

She looked immediately annoyed and was about to pull the trigger but I held her hand up so it fired on the ceiling. Pissed, she used her other hand to grab another one on her back but I immediately smacked her hand, making her drop it on the floor. She scowled at the gun on the floor. She glared at me and planned to aim another one at me if only she wasn't immediately stopped by a guy who appeared out of nowhere.

How? I didn't even sense him near us.

"You better return that back, Vien"

I diverted my eyes on him, trying to remember him but it seems like I haven't seen him before. Even with all the gatherings the mafia venued.

"Why would I?" her voice rose, still visibly annoyed.

"She is his daughter,"

I glanced at him darkly and I am very sure I'll snatch the girl's gun and fire it at him now if he'll ever gonna introduce me like that again. I am not his daughter.

The girl irritatedly remove the gun near my face and picked up the other one on the floor. She then skimmed me from head to toe. Bluntly checking me out.

"Mr. Luther has never introduced her to us so how would I know?" she uttered carelessly before she immediately covered her mouth when she realized what she just said.

I stared at her coldly.

Right.

Who would introduce a rebel daughter? A non-existent daughter. A troublesome one.

"He is not my father, " I corrected before I walked away to enter my room.

I thought I need to be alerted of the monster staying in this room base on Rene's warning, but why am I not seeing anyone here? I carefully moved, inspecting the place but I found nothing unusual in here. The room is very neat and organized.

I walked near the window to see if anyone jumped out from it but the window is locked so I doubt that. I then placed my things on the bed, and sit on it, understanding how my life will be here. Sure this is not an easy one.