The power for the entire hotel was finally turned off. The group sits at the stairs and waits, Eremita looks over to Andreas.
"Andre," Andreas turns to her, a bored expression on his face.
"What's up?"
"I've been wondering for a while but you're doing something that isn't very like you. What are you planning right now?"
"I'm not really planning much. I just think they know more than me."
"More than you? About what?"
"About what's going on. Frankly, I have no clue what's going on so it's better to go with someone who does."
"Aren't you the strongest!? Couldn't you handle this on your own?"
"Fuck no! I'm still human after all, plus I'm ten years too early to become THE strongest. When I refer to myself as the strongest, I'm only talking about humans. Since I'm still human, I'm still not going to be stronger than a sniper and more. Those two, Seth and Nixon, they're specialized to go against these things. They're the strongest in what the do and what they do have completely enveloped this situation like a thick black liquid that keeps rising. This liquid is a threat to all of us."
***
Andreas wakes up in another room. It's neatly put together and paintings are strewn across the walls, one of the paintings being propped against a cabinet. The walls have a tan vine-like design going across them. Andreas gets up from a bed he was laying on, confused.
[Prisoners of hotel Tubarão Adormecido, welcome.]