Heracles stood up holding Polo, turning on the light to dispel the darkness in the room. It was already approaching night, but due to the stormy weather, it was pitch black outside, with no telling how long this weather would last.
"I'll tell you about the Memory Palace later, but afterward, please rest early; your current mental state is not good."
Heracles spoke as he pointed a direction to Lorenzo.
"That room is reserved for you; I'll be sleeping next door."
...
The exhausted body, along with a weary mind, lay heavily in the dimly lit room. He felt cold all over, only managing to remove the soaked clothes before curling up in the bedding.
The curtains were tightly closed, allowing no light to penetrate. After a long while, Joey slowly lifted his head, staring into the void ahead.
