41

That morning, I was over at Carolina's house—or hotel room. It was a rather weird drive to the venue but I stuck with her explanation. My home was not what it used to be anymore, and thus, far from safe. Hers on the other hand, was pure and off limit for demons. (Who'd believe that I'd be taking about demons so casually now).

It wasn't one of those hotels with five stars. Or those with four. Or three. Or any stars at all.

This was just a place where one stayed as long as they had their money. As you would have guessed, the building was a complete havoc. Whoever managed the hotel definitely cared less about beauty and attractive structures and decors. The vicinity wasn't even a conducive area to begin with. I hoped that would be my last visit.

I prayed.

"So, I believe you've been well oriented the last time we spoke, huh?" Said Carolina, who might have not noticed me catching my breath.

I was taking a moment to survey my environment and it turned out the hotel's outside was a facade.