A Goal?
Stark took the elevator to go to the third floor.
Frankly, Stark was immensely tired, and even those five hours he got at the rift weren't even a fraction of the sleep he wanted after doing so many actions.
[Domination]'s stamina and power works kind of like dopamine: when the user is fighting, their supply is almost endless with stamina, able to keep going and going no matter what.
But after all of that… tiredness comes back, and all they want to do is sleep.
Stark left the elevator once he was at the third floor and reached for his door, his fingers fumbling for the keycard in his [Spatial Inventory].
But suddenly…
~SLAM~
The door next to his swung open, and there stood Lana, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Oh," he squinted his eyes.
"STARK!" and before he could even react, she launched herself at him, nearly knocking him off balance.
"Whoa, careful there," he sighed, steadying himself against the wall.