Damien was moving swiftly through the crowd. He was heading towards the guest rooms. He'd sensed something off, yet he hadn't stopped to question it.
As he approached the staircase, he heard a familiar voice behind him.
"Damien?"
He turned, and his eyes widened in surprise as he saw Anne standing there, her expression puzzled. She was alone, her golden gown shimmering in the dim hallway light.
"Anne?" he said, momentarily thrown off balance. "What are you doing here?"
Anne's brows furrowed, mirroring his confusion. "I went to look for Jessica in her cabin but couldn't find her. I thought she might've joined the celebration." She took a step towards him, studying his face. "Where are you headed?"
Damien blinked, trying to piece together the strange encounter. "I got a call from you," he said slowly, as if working through the details aloud. "You told me to meet you in the guest room. You said you'd found Jessica and needed my help."
