Valentine?
Could she be a relative of someone he knew?!
Bairon finally realized why the young girl looked so familiar to him.
"I can relay this to my boss; it shouldn't be a problem. However, it hinges on whether I can find the manuscripts," Bairon replied.
"It will be possible. That tall fellow is like a naïve child from the south, not at all fond of venturing out, always preferring to huddle at home writing,"
Meave Valentine conveyed as she sifted through the bunch of keys to find the one labeled 205, advancing towards room number 205.
As the door swung open,
a wave of dampness engulfed them.
Meave turned her head, asking, "Do you need my help?"
"No, I can manage on my own,"
Bairon responded, stepping into the room and surveying his surroundings.
Bright moonlight streamed through the transparent glass, painting luminous strokes across the room while most areas remained shrouded in shadows.
