Chapter 50. Fucking Yesli Toorsman

I don’t panic, and my mind doesn’t race or skip either.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been in the face of danger so many time that my mentality has gotten used to it.

However, whatever that sound is, it’s not right.

No one is supposed to be here except Christopher who knows where I am. So what the hell is causing the sound?

I have no weapon on me, so I just go upstairs to the room, locking the door before picking up my phone to call Christopher who answers on the first ring.

‘What’s up, Bae?’

“I think someone found me,” I mumble leaning on my vanity table. “I’m hearing some sound coming from the kitchen.”

‘Where are you?’

“The room.”

‘I just sent you a link. Access it to find what’s in the kitchen.’

I bring the phone down from my ear, tapping the link that pops up on my screen.

It immediately directs me to an array of footage videos, and I tap the kitchen to find that the person there is actually