Inside a dark hotel room, the murky walls with slight mould destroying the former elegant royal red carpet and beautiful dark blue wallpaper and silver finish sat a group of people around a large round table.
A woman, tanned with tight muscles and a holy aura vibrating around her body, quietly sits at the table's head while drinking a glass of red wine from the basement wine cellar.
That was perfectly fine—the issue was that lying on a bench beside her with his head resting on her thighs was the future ghoul king Alexander with his eyes closed as if pretending this was a dream.
'If I don't make eye contact with them, then it didn't happen.' were his naive thoughts.
After his mother appeared, everything became chaotic, with Amy taking out dozens of USBs and a tablet.
