Roman emerged from the chamber, the weight of Nayan's demise heavy on his shoulders. With a solemn resolve, he retrieved a suitcase and carefully placed Nayan's body inside, a silent tribute to the fallen.
As he lit a cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a shroud, Roman reflected on the events that had transpired. The scent of burning tobacco mingled with the air, a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded him.
Leaving the chamber behind, Roman made his way back to the city, his thoughts consumed by the aftermath of his actions. Weariness gnawed at him as he trudged through the streets, each step a testament to the burdens he carried.
Returning to the hotel, Roman entered the room to find a tense standoff unfolding before him. Kael held his sword to Neato's neck, his eyes ablaze with fury.
"Roman, I missed you," Neato greeted him with a nervous chuckle, oblivious to the danger he faced.
Roman's exhaustion weighed heavily upon him as he observed the scene before him. With a resigned sigh, he simply collapsed onto the bed, the weight of his weariness pulling him into slumber.
Kael's anger simmered as he lowered his sword, frustration evident in his voice as he muttered, "You got lucky, you bastard."
As the tension in the room dissipated, the chapter drew to a close.
END OF CHAPTER 18