The hotel seemed to be in an uproar, something that was actually suspicious because in all of their stupidity Mikain had always warned them about laying low. As he entered he could immediately feel the danger, an ominous feeling in the air, mixing with his own fear. He felt nauseous but he kept walking, wanting to find the source of what was happening.
On his way to the elevator someone was waiting for him. Reina, his friend, was standing at the side of the spacious lounge, her eyes scanning the room every two seconds for him. The moments their eyes met she rushed towards him, hugging him tightly.
"I am sorry. I am so sorry about what happened. I want you to know none of this is your fault and I hope that this bastard one days burns in the deepest pits of hell." She whispered and Philip smiled.
"Thanks. I will be okay." He stated, trying to sound brave and the girl caressed his arm.
