Chapter 169 The Die Is Cast

• Lucien Delano walked into the foyer of the rundown hotel, his face as cold and determined as ever.
• The air was thick with humidity and rot as the old hotel loomed before him—a once-grand façade now pocked with decay, its flickering neon sign buzzing like an insect in its death throes. Cracked tiles lined the entryway, and rain dripped from a broken gutter, pooling at the threshold like a warning.
• He stepped through it anyway.