Step. Step. Step.
Adam slowly climbed the stone staircase as he opened the large wooden door.
He found himself not in a modern hotel lobby, but in a more antique version. The floor was covered with carpet, the walls were decorated with paintings and ornaments, and a middle-aged woman was waiting for him behind the desk, her age betrayed by her slight wrinkles and a few gray strands in her black hair.
"Mr. Adam, we were surprised when we were informed that you had chosen our humble place to stay after your long absence. We are flattered," she bowed slightly.
Adam looked around, gazing at the massive crystal chandelier hanging from the dome in the center.
"Hah, modest place, you say? I'm sure even for the First Ring residents, the prices here are too high."
In response, the woman smiled.
