Vanetti and Lucas reached the northern district, they found an inn to stay for the night. They made their way to the reception. Vanetti sat in the hall while Lucas approached the receptionist.
Lucas approached the receptionist desk, a genial smile on his face. "Good evening, ma'am. Do you have any available rooms for tonight?"
The receptionist, a middle-aged woman with a welcoming demeanour, nodded. "Yes, we do. How many guests?"
"Just two," Lucas replied. "My friend and I need a room for the night."
After swiftly confirming their reservation, the receptionist handed over the room key, her eyes briefly lingering on Vanetti's second suitcase. "Shall I have someone bring your luggage up?"
Vanetti, ever the enigmatic figure, shook his head. "I'll take care of it," he replied in a tone that brooked no argument.
The servant, respectful but slightly puzzled, escorted them to their room, eyeing Vanetti's reluctance to part with the second suitcase.
Once settled in, Lucas turned to Vanetti with a quizzical look. "Why didn't you let them take your suitcase?"
Vanetti's gaze flickered with an unreadable emotion. "Just being cautious. I prefer to handle it myself."
The night enveloped the wooden hotel as the two settled in, each absorbed in their thoughts, unaware of the mysteries and challenges that awaited them in Venetia.
As the night settled in and the lamps dimmed, Vanetti, in his peculiar manner, utilized his second suitcase as a makeshift pillow. Lucas, observing the unconventional act, couldn't help but murmur softly to himself, "What a strange guy."
Intrigued by the enigma of the locked suitcase, Lucas let his curiosity get the better of him. With a mischievous grin, he murmured under his breath, "I'll just take a quick peek to see what's in this bad boy."
Careful not to disturb Vanetti, Lucas stealthily approached the suitcase, fingers itching with anticipation. His nimble fingers deftly worked at the locks, each click filled the silence of the room with suspense.
He was shocked by the sight he witnessed, there was a set of eyes in the suitcase! Two jars, each containing an eye. The jars were filled with a strange red liquid and sealed with a tight cork and a gluey substance above it.
Lucas's eyebrows arched upwards while his jaw dropped to the floor, He couldn't believe what he saw. "What on earth" he exclaimed very loudly.
Vanetti woke up from his sleep after hearing all the commotion Lucas had made.
"Why the fuck did you open it! Even when I told you several times before!" Vanetti spoke with his eyes red due to rage.
The hotel staff rushed to the gate "Is everything okay sir?!" they questioned with discomfort.
Vanetti knowing the state of Lucas answered himself "Ahh... It's nothing my friend is just afraid of cockroaches".
"Do you need us to take it out sir?" A woman from the staff questioned.
"No there is no need for you to enter the room... I... I ate it! yeah! I ate the cockroach" Vanetti replied with disbelief on his face.
The staff members were in shock after hearing what Vanetti had said,
"Did you hear that?"
"He ate a fucking cockroach!"
"Is he for real?!"
"He must be hiding something! "
An old lady suddenly interfered the staffs chat "It doesn't really matter if he is hiding something Afterall an inn is where the criminals rest!"
"Is that the owner?" The staff members rushed back to their work after seeing the owner.
"There is no need for you to worry young men! You can carry your business is peace now." She said with her nose in touch with the door".
Vanetti sat in disbelief still wondering what happened outside, and who the lady was. Suddenly Lucas came back to his senses.
"Why the fuck are you carrying eyes with you!" Lucas questioned while maintaining distance between himself and Vanetti.
"Don't tell me you are planning to gouge out my eyeballs and add them to your psycho collection!"
"Are... Are you stupid?! I... I am not crazy; I can explain about these eyeballs!" Vanetti exclaimed while stuttering.
"These belong to the person who raped and killed my sister when she was sixteen, I chased him, killed him and gouged his eyeballs out. I am going to offer these at my sister's grave on her third death anniversary tomorrow!" Vanetti explained with fear on his face.
Lucas sat there with his eyes wide open and scratching his balls, "You are a fucking psychopath!".
Both of them sat in silence staring at each other as if they are some wild beasts, Lucas broke the silence. "Just get sleeping now, dumbass!"
Lucas covered his face with the pillow, pressing his face as hard as he could to not let any space between the pillow and his face, "precautions are needed against this psychopath" he softly mummered while catching a breath.