BLOODSTAINED HEARTS
"We're looking for a man named Pavel. Room 23."
The receptionist, unfazed by the request, lazily pointed towards the creaky staircase. "Third floor. Last room on your right."
Silently nodding, I led the way up the narrow staircase, Yaz trailing close behind. The worn-out carpet beneath our feet muffled our footsteps as we approached Room 23.
My hand hovered over the doorknob, exchanging a quick look with Yaz before pushing the door open.
To our surprise, the room was empty. No signs of Pavel. The tension in the air thickened, and my eyes darted around the room, searching for any clue.
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