X Hotel, Private Dining Room

Elliot Monroe sat at the table, surrounded by clients who were still chatting and clinking glasses like they had all the time in the world. He frowned slightly, a restless tension twisting in his chest.

He couldn't explain it, but ever since dinner started, something had felt... off. Like something bad was about to happen.

Unfortunately, a few major clients were present tonight, and there was no way he could just bail. But finally, when everyone ...