All the mentalists in the Hotel's lobby quickly turned their heads towards the door. The sight of the mentalist crying, panic etched on her face, prompted everyone to hastily stand up and rush outside.
Philip was slightly late as a throbbing headache pierced through him. Just as he was about to stand up, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over him. Thankfully, he managed to grab the chair and support himself.
'Sigh, I am already tired.' Philip thought.
It was already close to midnight, a time when fatigue enveloped people, mentalists included. Feeling tired at this ungodly hour was not unusual, especially since he had been working nonstop for a week.
As Philip walked outside with difficulty, he noticed the magicians on the second floor, seemingly carefree and all engrossed in books.
Seeing this, Philip felt a pang of envy but swiftly suppressed it, following the mentalists instead.
