Upon arriving at the Twilight Hotel. Liam approached the counter, exchanging a few words with the receptionist. He requested a suite with two bedrooms.
After a moment, the receptionist handed Liam a sleek card, its surface gleaming under the lobby lights, indicating the room number and hotel logo.
Turning to Derek, Liam offered the card. "I understand you have many questions, but let's rest first."
Derek, looking tired, accepted the card, and together they made their way to the elevator. As its doors slid open, the soft lighting revealed an interior adorned with rich wood and plush carpeting.
The elevator began its ascent,
Derek looked down for a moment before speaking. "Thanks, Liam,"
Liam sighed deeply, his eyes downcast and the edges of guilt shadowing his features. "Don't thank me. Did you not hear them? They were looking for me, not you or your family."
