After killing the last of them, I walked back to the hotel.
I may have promised him I wouldn't kill him... but who cares?
Some escaped, but they were just ordinary people. The city's security would deal with them later.
The sound of my footsteps echoed through the streets, my boots leaving bloody prints on the dark pavement.
"Maybe the others are already done on their side," I muttered.
I reached one of the streets and saw the familiar hotel from afar.
It didn't take long to reach it and enter. After a few steps, I arrived at the hall where we had been sitting just hours ago.
When I entered, I found Officer Dwan and the hotel owner sitting at the table, talking—until their gazes fell on me.
Their eyes widened, their mouths opening in silence. I walked toward them, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
"I thought I'd find you guys asleep."
Dwan stammered before replying,"H-how could I sleep when you were doing all the work?"
"And… are you okay?"
