"What now?" a voice echoed through the crowded hotel room. It came from a boy with short white hair, his unnaturally red eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. The hotel, located in the bustling central district, felt suffocating despite its size.
"What now?... We're obviously in deep trouble, jungle boy," Bramon muttered, slumped on a nearby chair. Annoyance was clear in his tone, his frustration barely hidden beneath a frown.
"Well, I didn't expect much from the likes of you anyway," Ghaarsh shot back, his voice sharp and dripping with sarcasm. "Can't even answer the question properly. What I meant was, what can we do now?" His words, though biting, lacked their usual venom. The exhaustion was starting to show.
"If you're so smart, then please, by all means, offer up a solution," Bramon retorted, not willing to back down from their usual back-and-forth, though even he wasn't in the mood for it anymore.
"Quiet."
