After their dinner was over and their discussion wrapped up, they all scattered, returning to their individual rooms—which were basically neighboring each other. Just for clarity, the place where they had dinner was Cassy's room.
Their safety was ensured by the sparsely spread members of the hit squad, each equipped with anti-brainwashing equipment. With them standing guard 24/7 around the Twister Hotel, it would be hard for even a mouse to slip in.
"Phew..."
Aster let out a soft sigh as he plopped on top of his bed, bouncing a few times from the soft, cushiony mattress. Honestly, he was worn out from all the things that happened, but still, he didn't let any of it show on his face.
It wasn't for pride as a man or anything, but more about him plainly not wanting his weak side to be seen by others. He gently closed his eyes, letting all the noise fade in the background as he kept his breathing rhythmic and slow.
*Arf!*
