FREYA
I open my eyes in shock while catching my breath. I was gasping and holding my chest to calm myself. My shirt was sweating because of what I dream— and it was a nightmare. If I remember, I've dreamt about my parents being killed by a man. Why do I feel like it has happened to me before? It's not like a dream to be but it really exists. 
I'm staring at the ceiling and trying to remember it. "Why are their faces blurred?" Wondering to ask myself. Suddenly my head was twitching in pain. I tried to massage my forehead to ease my headache. Suddenly, I forgot what happened. I'm trying to remember the scenario— of what really happened that day but everything is now messed up.
I don't know what I should do. Or maybe I'm imagining things already to make up my own. 
"Goodness precious!" I spouted and touched chest. I got up from lying on the bed. And saw a man beside me, literally scared me to death. It shivers me that gave me goosebumps. Looking at this man, maybe will appear. "Y-you ... a-a-again," I uttered. My hands begin to tremble as I averted my eyes at the door because of nervousness. The man was only sitting in the chair, near my bed. He watches me calmly in a cold way. 
I didn't know what to do, even my peripheral vision saw him. I decided to look at the mattress where I was lying. Suddenly someone knocked on the door and I heard it open. "Raven! I'm done–," a baritone man spoke. 
That voice caught my attention. I looked and wondered who he was. When the man saw me his eyes widened. I'm holding my breathing observing him as he walks towards us. His aura wasn't strong enough like this man sitting beside me that can kill me with his stares, emotionless, and can't predict what he would do. 
As he stops beside the man, smiling, breathing his eyes. And happily approached his companion— who was a murderer. 
"Ohh, you're awake," the man said and smiled. Afterwards he grinned at me. 
I didn't say a word— or reply to him. I let my silence answer that I don't know what to talk about with them. Maybe they would kill me since I saw them killing someone. I saw the man handing something to his companion. I tried to avert my eyes and didn't want to see anything further just to save myself from them. 
"Are you okay?" Asking by the cold man sitting beside my bed. He was about to approach me when I moved away that caught him off guard.
"Ohh. That's weird. Is she mute?" His companion asked him. 
But he didn't answer. 
I sighed and tried to calm myself from nervousness. My fear still eats my system, unable to speak from them, especially knowing that they could kill me in an instant. Then buried me to lose my life. 
"I-I'm not ..." I whispered.
He didn't seem to hear me so he walked closer. "W-what? C-can you tell me again," he requested. 
I gulped, "I-I'm not ..." I said in a lower tone. He smiled and stepped back around the man sitting near me. 
"Oh. What's your name?" The man asked again. I look at him while smirking as if he was teasing me for some reason. 
I preferred not to speak even I want to but I can't help to stuttered at them. All I can do is to stare being uneasy or being awkward with their expression. I mouthed him but he seems not to understand me so he look at the man sitting at the chair and whispered someone. 
"Just ignore him ... you don't need to answer me, Freya," he said and teased me. My eyes widened at what I heard from him. "Ha–how? Did you?" I asked him , astonished, to know my name. But all he did was grin as he walked towards me and intertwined his hand.
"Padzul, at your service." He introduced his name. I look at his hand and am still shocked to know my name. 
"Huh?" I'm still surprised.
He suddenly laughed and held my hand. "You don't need to be confused, Freya. I'm a spy ... no, specialized in hacking— to be exact. So, I have some little-known information about you," he said while smirking and wink afterwards. 
He gave me goosebumps knowing him. Why did he say that? My identity. They could track me already. I wanted to cry and they seemed to notice that I was afraid of what this man said.
He panicked while waving his hand. "Ohh! You don't need to be scared. I don't eat people. But sometimes I eat pussy," he teases but his joke didn't buy me at all. 
"Pussy? A cat?" I wonder. Someone smack his head that shook him.
"Nevermind, I need to go," he bid a goodbye and walked out of this room. We are the only ones left here. The man was sitting in the chair but didn't speak a lot. 
Everything was filled in silence between us. I didn't mind not talking to him since I'm scared and afraid of what will happen in my life. Although he looked unarmed, I know he can do things easily— especially killing me.
"Here's your phone," he said coldly and put my phone at the edge of the bed. 
I was caught off guard to my surprise. " Thank you," I was stunned and grabbed my phone. 
As I touch it suddenly a hand touches my phone. I was extremely shocked but the man was looking at me. 
"W-what ... what's wrong?" He creeps me. He didn't answer but looking at me I was taken aback. 
"Your hand is soft," he said, squeezing my hand. I winched and was surprised by what he did. It didn't bother me to mimic and feel the rasp of his hand.
I sensed that he wasn't a bad person. The way he touches my hand is so gentle and only feels the softness of my hand. Suddenly he looked at me, which surprised me again. "C-could you take off your hand at me?" I requested and said slowly to him.
He stopped what he was doing and he let go of my hand. "I-I'm sorry ..." he said in a low tone. He decided to go back to his chair and averted my attention towards my phone.
I scanned my applications and found nothing. I visited my gallery and it seems nothing happened. "Nothing changes. Phew ~," I said and took a deep breath.
I also looked at my savings and it didn't decrease either. I looked at the man and thought about him if he was a good or bad person.