He was standing near the same balcony where we met for the first time that day. His back was facing the hall, and the way the city lights reflected on his body, it made him look even more still and controlled. It was like he hadn’t moved from his position at all.

“You’re late,” He said without turning to look at me.

“It’s done,” I replied calmly.

Then slowly, he turned his body to face me. His gaze scanned over my body, checking for any sign of struggle or so, but there was no ...