Morning came as the darkness of night slowly faded beyond the horizon.
The Warren Brothers, Asher and Ford, hadn't moved an inch away from the corridor.
For the entire night, they had remained outside the suite —taking turns to pace back and forth.
The corridor that had felt anxious once, now felt heavy with fatigue.
Jasper stood near the wall, his jacket long discarded over the couch nearby, his sleeves rolled up.
Felix also leaned back against the opposite wall, arms folded, occasionally rubbing the bridge of his nose as if fighting off exhaustion.
Asher had long since stopped pacing and now sat quietly on a nearby chair.
Karl had tried to stay awake, but eventually he dozed off.
He only woke when his head suddenly dropped forward onto nothing.
Blinking groggily, he looked around. His neck ached from sleeping upright. When his eyes finally focused, he noticed Jasper standing in the corner where he had last seen him horse ago.
