Chapter 8: Want to Kill Her

My head was aching badly when I opened my eyes. I knew at once that I was in a grand unfamiliar room I've never visited before. A golden chandelier was hanging above and the intricate details of the furnitures and every corner reminded me of the Victorian style. But even though it looked classic, it also has a bit of modern touches.

Sure, it was a good place to sleep in, but where was this place exactly?

As I rose slowly in a sitting position, the double doors of the room opened. A man in an all black attire went in. He was wearing a black turtleneck, black slacks and black overcoat. One look and I knew he was close to my age. A few years older than me at least. He was tall, lean and his chest was broad. He looked strong. My gaze then climbed to his face and found a pair of raven brooding eyes. His features were marked with hardness, especially his angular jaw that brought enough manliness that his face needed. His nose was high-bridged, lips thin and pale red, and skin was pale but s