Just Pass To The Eight Floor
Stefano glared at the man with gritted teeth, frustration boiling just beneath the surface. Every fiber of his being screamed against the orders he had received, especially the one that had robbed him of the chance to finish off Ethan.He could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on him, but deep down, he understood the futility of confronting the order from above.With a heavy sigh, he finally relented, his shoulders slumping slightly as he turned away. "I'll leave this room," he muttered.The man watched him with a mysterious smile, his eyes twinkling with an unfathomable knowledge.Stefano took a moment to collect himself, casting one last glance back at the man before stepping toward the exit.As he walked away, the crimson glow of the room felt that before felt almost suffocating, now become a strange calmness to the man.---Ethan sank deeper into the plush couch, the soft fabric cradling him as he let the weariness wash over him.