Sebastian shrugged off his shoulders, turned around and walked back into the wardrobe. He was topless, his chest was covered with droplets of water as well as his wet, shining hair.
"Halora?" He called her. He was standing in front of the wardrobe with a lot of clothes and garments. His voice, his presence and mood became odd since he saw her near at the black and white lampshade.
He gasped, picked the white shirt and closed it gently. "What will you do once we get back home?"
Such question made her realized one thing. A trap, it was all a trap made by a manipulator who wore a mask in front of the crowd.
"Do you trust me enough, don't you?" He threw her another question.
But, Halora blinked her eyes, wiped the tears away with her hands. Enough is enough, she knew the truth, their evil plans and perhaps, it was the perfect time to turn around on him and just run away from their lives– forever.