From MC's Perspective:
Falcon Hotel,
As I reached the end of the street, the towering presence of the Falcon Hotel loomed on my left, its grand façade glowing under the soft illumination of street lights. The building exuded a sense of wealth and opulence, its glass doors shimmering with a promise of luxury.
For a moment, I slowed my pace, contemplating whether to step inside. But something in the pit of my stomach warned me to keep moving. A split-second decision, and I veered right, my boots hitting the pavement with renewed purpose as I walked past the hotel.
Behind me, the two stalkers paused, clearly unsettled by my sudden change in direction. They must've thought I would enter the Falcon Hotel—it was, after all, the most obvious place for someone like me to disappear. But I wasn't going to make it that easy for them.
