RAYA
For the third time since the taxi dropped me off, I stared at the piece of paper in my hand. The address my mother had scribbled stared back at me. And according to the street sign in front of me, I was at the right place. The sight in front of me was not very appealing.
To be honest, I was bewildered by the condition of the place. It was a dingy motel in a small street. The street itself was surrounded by dark, dangerous looking alleys. Other than that, it was littered with rubbish, murky water, and the air was thick with smoke and the stench of sewage. Giving the whole area a once-over made me wonder why they chose this motel. But I gave it no more thought.
Careful not to touch the greasy railings, I made my way up the staircase which was just as dark as the rest of the building
