Semua Bab House of Horrors Part 1 : Bab 111 - Bab 120

On the fifth floor of the hotel, inside room number 16, an unusual silence filled the air—broken only by the sound of uneven breathing mingling with the dim glow filtering from the bedside lamp. Dima and Malik were together—without masks, without pretense—their true selves stripped bare, weary of secrets, sharing an intimacy they had never known before. Time itself seemed to stand still within those walls, as if the entire hotel had paused to listen to what was happening inside. In the adjacent room, number 17, General Kemal sat in a chair by the window, holding a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold, his ear straining to catch the faint whispers through the thin wall. He slowly raised his eyebrows and shook his head, muttering in a tone of narrating contemplation: “I knew there was something between them… My security instincts never fail me. These young people don’t seem to be really connected to Malik—they’re just lost in love. Never mind. I’ll keep watching.” "The game isn't

Malik heard General Kemal thanking the hotel staff, followed by the monotonous click of the door closing.Two simple sounds—yet they cleaved the silence in two like a signal. Something shifted in the air; the stillness began to tremble.Malik rose slowly, as if silencing an internal clock before making his move. He glanced briefly at Dima, then walked to the door with deliberate quietness. He opened it gently, stepped into the corridor, and paused on the threshold, his eyes scanning the long, dimly lit passage. He left the door slightly ajar, then closed it quietly—just enough so that no sound could escape and reach General Kemal's ears. With measured, deliberate steps, he advanced toward the General's room. He paused before the door for a few seconds, then knocked lightly, mimicking the same rhythm used by the hotel staff.Inside, General Kemal turned his head toward the door, frowning."Who's there?" he asked.Malik's calm voice came from outside. "Room service."The General stood,

General Hisham moved slowly and deliberately toward his office door, each step seemingly weighed down by the heavy responsibility that pressed upon his shoulders. He grasped the doorknob, gently pushed it open, and stepped into the long corridor, where the officer stood at attention, as disciplined and upright as ever.The general fixed the officer with a stern look, his voice low but commanding:“Go to the Stars Hotel, room 17… General Kamal is there. Tell him to call the Minister of the Interior immediately, and don’t delay.”The officer paused, absorbing the words, then replied with confidence and precision:“Yes, sir.”It was more than a mere acknowledgment—it was a beam of absolute obedience, as if a single second of delay could alter the unfolding events. As General Hisham turned, the long corridor seemed to amplify all the pent-up tension, as if the walls themselves were watching his every move, waiting for the next explosion.The officer stood before room 17 in the hotel and r

Sami Fahmy entered his apartment reluctantly, each step heavy as if the weight of fear pressed against his chest. The air inside felt suffocating, and the silence echoed faintly, like whispers reminding him of the events outside.He approached his bedroom door slowly, pausing his hand on the handle, then cautiously opened it. Inside, darkness reigned except for a faint ray of light filtering through a small window. He set aside his old clothes and changed into new ones, each movement hesitant, as if his mind were consumed by a single thought: Malik.He lay on his bed and closed his eyes for a moment, yet his mind found no rest. Panic and tension clung to him like a heavy cloak, and every heartbeat seemed disproportionately loud in the silence of the room. It brought back memories of his last encounter with Malik—his sharp gaze and enigmatic voice—and everything now seemed like a harbinger of impending disaster.Sami couldn't tell whether he feared Malik himself or the dark future that

Malik's car pulled up in front of the mask-making studio.He fixed his gaze on the studio, staring inside for a few seconds. Slowly, deliberately, he opened the car door and got out, walking calmly and confidently toward the studio. He pushed open the door and went inside.He stopped in front of the woman in the studio. **Malik:** Hello. Can you take some pictures of me?**Studio Woman, Magda:** Hello... Of course.Magda turned toward the photography room, and Malik followed her. She positioned herself in front of him, camera in hand, ready to shoot. Malik removed his mask, revealing his true face. Fear flashed across Magda's expression. Her voice trembled: **Magda:** Malik?**Malik:** Yes.**Magda:** What do you want? I don't think you're here to take pictures. I've made masks for you before, and believe me, I didn't go to the police.**Malik:*** And why didn't you report me?**Malik:*** **Majida:** After reading about you... the number of people you killed... I was terrified of bein