Inte-rest-ine

Warning: Following scenes has some Gore. Reader discretion advised.

Re'Kha switched off her car, turning off all the lights within. She made it seem like there wasn't anyone inside the car, using the opportunity to peer outside with some mental peace.

Even then, she was on guard; her right hand held the pepper spray as her left held her phone, intending to call the police the moment something happened.

Re'Kha saw the traffic in the road slowly trickle down to a halt, all the while focusing on the bike and everything that happened nearby. She then saw a man, who was most probably a young adult judging by his body stature, gait, voice, and manners, head out of the nearby building.

The building seemed to be a hotel of sorts, and judging by its conditions, it wasn't something people with money preferred. The man was smoking a cigarette as he started flailing a string of curses for no reason, moving around as he kicked everything in sight.