"How did it go?"
A suite.
More than a dozen Awakened sat around together, their eyes fixed on the man who had just entered.
"Not very well."
The man gave a slight shake of his head.
"That corridor can be followed straight ahead indefinitely, but the surroundings still don't change much. We occasionally find some food and water in the rooms, but nothing else."
"However, I encountered the Butcher again on the way back, and it noticed me."
"That makes three times."
"Perhaps that corridor is connected to the legendary kitchen."
The man was around fifty years old. He wore a white shirt, and his greasy, disheveled hair was somewhat long, covering part of his eyes and making him look gloomy and world-weary.
"Also..."
He paused before continuing, "On my way back, I passed Crossroads Number Four and encountered a stranger."
"He should be a newcomer who just came up from downstairs."
A newcomer?
At that word, something changed on the faces of everyone present.
Here, newcomer did not mean a rookie.
Quite the opposite.
It represented an unknown danger.
And...
"Only one person?" someone asked for confirmation.
"At least, I only saw one person. He also looked very young, without any trace of age on him," the man said.
Many Awakened used Supernatural Means to preserve their appearance.
They kept themselves looking young forever.
But.
No matter how well they hid it, there was no way to conceal the marks of time on their bodies.
Although it was impossible to determine their exact age,
when an old monster who had preserved his youth stood beside a young man in the prime of his life, most people could still easily distinguish the difference between them.
"A young man? Could he have wandered into the hotel by accident?"
"How strong is