Riley returned to "La Posada del Rey:, the dimly lit hallway stretching before him like a labyrinth.
Each step felt heavier than the last, but a peculiar sense of satisfaction coursed through him. The thrill of the night's chaos still danced on the edges of his consciousness, a vibrant reminder of the power he wielded.
He reached his room and closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. The familiar confines welcomed him back. The bed, though simple, looked inviting.
He tossed his cane aside and fell onto the mattress, the weight of his weariness crashing over him.
For the first time in five years, Riley lay down without the burden of dreams or nightmares weighing on him.
He closed his eyes, and sleep took him swiftly, wrapping him in its embrace, leaving behind the ghosts that had tormented him for so long.
