This was an unwritten rule among them, to avoid gathering at the same lodging place to prevent being taken out in one fell swoop.
There were voices arguing outside, and Wyatt Wright came out to investigate. Two drunk guests had gotten into a conflict, and the hotel manager personally came to handle it, apologizing to each guest who was disturbed.
Wyatt Wright did not return to his room, but walked to the end of the hallway.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Remy Wright leaned against the wall, his face to the side, casting a shadow on the wall with defined contours: "Can't sleep."
The wind blew in from outside amidst the rain, a bit chilly, enough to refresh the mind.
Wyatt Wright stood opposite: "Disappointed?"
"Mm."
Remy Wright thought of Ninth Master, and thought of Colark.
"Then do you regret it?"
