Inside of a well-ventilated room with a dark, gloomy ambiance; there was a young man who stayed isolated as he stared at the ring on his hands.
Until now, he couldn't still remember how it reached to his pocket when he was hundred percent sure that someone intentionally put it there with unknown motives.
His wet hair, cold body felt the pressure that came from the running water. The washroom was spacious enough to accommodate at least five persons in total.
Yet, the young alpha couldn't either find any reasons to get out from it.
"What does it mean when she referred to the car's window?"
He asked the cold air yet, like how it used to be- no one answered than the calming sound of the splashing water into his naked body.
Tiringly, he slowly stood up, lifted his head and let the water rinsed his face. "Ugh, it's been a while since I appreciated this cold sensation.