From the outside, the hotel seemed average, defined by clean architecture, warm stone, dark glass, and soft lighting, with no grand signs announcing its status. However, the moment they stepped inside, everything slowed down. The air carried a faint scent of polished wood mixed with something citrus, subtle yet deliberate. The lobby was not crowded but curated, filled with people who moved like they had nothing to prove. Staff members did not stare; they recognized status instantly and adjusted without hesitation, asking no unnecessary questions and causing no delays.
As for security, there were no obvious guards, yet Damian could feel their presence everywhere. He could pinpoint the most guarded individuals positioned at strategic points in the room simply by existing within the space. That alone was enough to remind him how far he had come.
Under Lith's guidance, they made their way toward a keycard elevator and ascended directly to the private access floors.
