xlviii. *sighs* finally

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The breath is caught in her throat, jaw slack, lips slightly parted. The world takes a long eerie and agonizing pause as Nina's eyes bore holes on furious green irises. Eyes wide, tears brimming right at their corners, threatening to fall. Her entirety trembles, heart hammering against her chest she's quite certain it would jump right out any moment. Beads of sweat form above her forehead, hot sensation spreading from around the shell of her ears towards her flushed cheeks.

She's scared...ultimately horrified by the man standing just outside her window, jailing her fingers against the cold hard iron frame of the glass lid, deminishing her chance to flee just yet. He is standing on a narrow ledge, three storeys up away from the foot of the building.

He must be crazy, she wants to say but couldn't. He is a psycho who's on a killing rampage. He wants to kill Mr. Parker and now, he's also after me.

Nina tugs her arm towards herself, her other hand aiding the task to make her fingers slip between the metal and Harry's strong grip. She wriggles as shakily with all her might, but Harry's eyes are just looking at her studiously...marvelling with utter curiosity, unaware of the magnificent strength his hand exerts against Nina's fingers that are still pressed under his.

The blonde tenses up and looks around herself as if to ask for help -- eyes landing to the sleeping forms of Haya and Alejandra just a few yards away from the window --, but her tongue retreats to the tip of her throat, not making a single sound, let alone, scream for deliverance. She looks back at Harry with a fear-ridden face. Harry remains stolid.

With the adrenaline finally breaking free from her hormone-secreting gland, she is able to wriggle free from Harry's grip. She stumbles back a few steps inside the room, cradling her throbbing fingers as she does so. Her eyes trained on Harry, heeding for his next move.

He tilts his head to the side, looking intently at the unidentified blonde as he racks his brain, brows furrowed and lips pulled between his teeth...thinking, thinking, thinking.

A chilly gust of wind sweeps past him and blows through the window, flipping the curtains aside...but Harry ignores the nipping cold as he continues to oggle at the girl.

It feels like forever, but Nina jumps on her feet once Harry straightens up, jaw clenching and unclenching, teeth grinding against one another...he is livid, eyes filled with fury and disgust. His hand fists the sill, the other gripping the frame of the window to act as leverage while he hoists one of his legs inside the window.

Before Harry could even fully enter the room through the window, Nina has already made it outside of the room. But she regrets it the moment she stops to gasp for air by the door of the elevator. It's a small lift that's fenced by two layers of metal grills, making the passenger(s) visible to everyone on the other side. She looks back to the door of the dorm she's sharing with her two friends, horrified at the realization that she left them asleep on their bed with the psychotic murderer inside. They're helpless. Who knows what Harry is going to do with them? What if he slits their throat in their sleep? What if-

Nina is taken aback once her peripheral vision catches a glimpse of  the door slamming open, a tall brooding man stepping out of the darkness to the dull hallway thereafter...seething and livid.

A quiet gasp escapes from her mouth and she turns around to fumble with the buttons plastered on the wall but not a single blink of red light from each key signifies that it works. She looks over her shoulder, still tapping on the buttons to the point where she's already punching them. Harry's slow yet long strides and his murderous look is enough to make her skin crawl. Sweat drips all over her forehead, face scrunched up and air coming out of her short and ragged. As the horrifying sight of the serial killer fast approaching gives her no other choice, Nina slaps the keys, grasping the wall as she slides away to run to the nearest fire escape.

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