The perfect trap
Mario tidying up his study, he is still bothered by what happened to him last night, why he can't remember clearly what happened yesterday, did he have a relapse?
No matter how hard Mario thought but he still couldn't find an answer, even the dizziness still stuck in his head, he had to find answers in other ways, that's what he thought.
Who was the naked girl next to him that morning, who was she? why he could be in a hotel and not remember anything, it was bothering him.
Did he indeed spend the night with that foreign woman, but he wasn't a reckless man who could sleep with random women.
Mario checked his cell phone, hoping for a call from the stranger or a text message, but no one had contacted him after the incidents of that enigmatic night.