Meanwhile, back at the hotel, Sheva himself didn't really know that someone was planning something terrible for him. No, he just had a hunch, especially since the boy could feel all the hair in his body rise, as if someone was eyeing him with a strong killing intention.
'Who the hell is plotting against me here?' He couldn't help but mutter.
"What's wrong?" Bagas suddenly came out of the washroom, still with a toothbrush in his mouth. "You don't feel good?" He asked concernedly.
"Nah, just a little problem." Sheva waved his hand nonchalantly. "I think someone is plotting something bad against me outside there."
