Same low fade haircut, same height, same clothes, it was him, it was definitely him. It was Lotdew.
She was running on reserve fuel when she went back to the hostel and slumped down on her bedside after a long shower. She is going to throw away these clothes,she thought as her eyes caught the sight of unwashed t-shirt and pants lying in the corner, under the sink. Eliminating everything associated with that incident might eliminate this hallowed feeling in her chest but she can't eliminate the heart itself which was what truly hurts.