The Markansas Hotel

The elevator doors slid open one after the other, revealing a narrow blue corridor with lighter-hued doors on either side. Fortunately, the color-coding of the floors matched the ceiling, confirming their location.

"Well, it reminds me of the area in our vision, but there was a door. It has to be in one of these rooms," Peter whispered, his voice filled with determination.

He stepped forward cautiously, his hand hovering near the hilt of his sword. Caville followed closely behind him, her senses alert to any potential threat. As they passed the first left corner, there was no immediate sign of danger, prompting Peter to exhale a sigh of relief and return his sword to its scabbard.

However, their momentary lapse in vigilance proved to be a grave mistake. Out of nowhere, a gunshot rang out, narrowly missing Peter and puncturing the wall. The sudden attack sent shockwaves through the corridor, leaving no room for complacency.