John said nothing, merely offering a slight smile as the person beside him respectfully departed.
At that moment, Silver Tear glanced at John and then around at the others before speaking in a hushed tone.
"I always feel like there's something off about this place."
Dark Fox couldn't help but laugh as well; truth be told, he felt the same unease but couldn't quite articulate it.
It seemed as though the people here were too accustomed to their presence.
If today had been just any ordinary day, they wouldn't have minded, but the circumstances of their outing were indeed peculiar.
Walking alongside them was a person carrying a severed hand—what normal person would consider that to be perfectly normal? Yet, everyone at this place seemed remarkably composed.
Either everyone in the Rose Hotel was aware of what was truly happening, or such incidents were so frequent here that they had become unremarkable.
