Miguel Fernandez was tired.
His face was haggard and his steps were unsteady and labored.
This was something he would normally never show to anyone. But the last few hours had been some of the most tiring few he had to overcome in his entire life. Even being chased by the vampire mafia back in the days when he was still a newbie hadn't been so mentally tiring as the past few hours that he had to live through.
After the unknown guy played his game and was called up to their room above, everything went dark for all of them.
What preceded the Darkness was a mental shock that filled him with a fear of death so great that he was sure that he would never be able to wake up again from this eternal dream…
When he did wake up though, in the end, he immediately transferred his brother to their home and made sure to protect him until he had woken up too from his death induced nightmarish slumber.
"How is my brother?"
"The boss is right up."
