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"Sounds a bit low."
"When you realize the value of a single gold coin, I think your perspective might change, sir."
"Then, I'll be waiting," Morin said.
"If you're sure you want to register as an assassin, I'll need your identification for some paperwork, sir."
The receptionist placed a tray in front of Morin and gestured for him to put his identification on it.
"Okay." Morin took his ID out of his satchel and placed it on the tray. "Is there anything else?"
"Please wait a moment, sir. You can have a seat over there. Our staff will verify and register your information for you."
The receptionist pressed a button. Within five seconds, a man in a suit walked over, took the tray, and headed toward a side door.
"You can wait over there..." The receptionist was mid-sentence when his eyes shifted past Morin, locking onto something behind him. The rest of his words caught in his throat.
Morin felt a flicker of curiosity.
His sharp hearing caught the sound of the Continental Hotel's front door opening behind him, followed by footsteps entering the lobby.
He hadn't cared before.
But the receptionist's reaction made it hard to ignore.
Who could cause a Continental Hotel receptionist-someone who had seen every kind of assassin and gone through rigorous training-to react like that?
Morin waited.
Only when the person stopped behind him did he turn slightly to look.
Keanu Reeves... no. In this world, it should be the "Boogeyman," John Wick.
Or maybe "the strongest dog lover on Earth" was more accurate.
The protagonist of the John Wick trilogy.
But those events were supposed to happen a few years later.
Morin paused, recalling the plot. The movies took place five years after Wick had retired.
Which meant that right now, Wick was still an active assassin under the Continental.
At that thought, Morin's eyes narrowed slightly.
Hmm... Wick was going to leave the Continental eventually.
What if he tried to win him over now?
With that in mind, Morin gave Wick a small nod and a faint smile, then turned away. He headed to the rest area and took a seat.
"..."
Wick looked at Morin for a moment. He thought it over and confirmed he had no memory of the man.
"Sir?" the receptionist asked. "Will you be staying for two nights?"
His tone was no longer purely formal. There was a trace of admiration and respect mixed in.
"Yes, two nights," Wick said, taking a gold coin from his pocket and handing it over.
"Room 613, sir." The receptionist accepted the coin and passed over a key card.
"Is that a new guy?" Wick glanced toward Morin, who was watching them, and asked.
"That gentleman is preparing to register as a new assassin, sir," the receptionist replied. "I can't reveal anything more... Is he a problem for you?"
"No. Just asking," Wick said. "Preparing to register... heh."
He took the key card and walked toward the elevator, pressing the button as he waited.
At the same time, the side door opened. The man in the suit returned, tray in hand.
"Sir, please come get your identification," the receptionist said politely.
Wick, still waiting for the elevator, turned his head and looked toward Morin.
It wasn't that he felt any particular connection.
He was here to find the owner of the New York Continental Hotel and discuss revoking his assassin status.
A few days earlier, Wick had met a woman he felt was worth protecting for the rest of his life.
So he planned to retire.
He wanted to leave the assassin world behind and become a normal person. Be with her. Get married. Have children. Live a life completely different from one defined by killing.
"Here is your identification." The receptionist handed Morin his documents.
"Your information has been recorded. Congratulations. You are now a probationary assassin. Once you complete one qualifying mission, you will be officially registered and gain access to all of the hotel's services."
He continued without pause.
"Also, here are your five gold coins."
The receptionist placed five gold coins and a small white booklet in front of Morin.
"The gold coins are extremely valuable and difficult to obtain, but their purchasing power is immense. This booklet contains the hotel's rules and the privileges you currently have. Please read it carefully."
"I need to emphasize one more thing," the receptionist said. "Fights and bloodshed are absolutely forbidden inside the hotel."
He stressed the words inside the hotel.
"Sounds good." Morin nodded and picked up four of the coins. "How long can one coin get me a room?"
"Five days, sir." The receptionist glanced at the coin. "Did I not tell you they were very valuable?"
"You did. Don't doubt yourself," Morin said.
He rolled the four coins between his slender fingers, tightened his grip, then opened his hand.
They were gone.
"But aren't gold coins meant to be used?"
"You're right." The receptionist smiled and accepted the coin Morin left behind.
How Morin chose to spend his money wasn't his concern. He had already given the warning. His responsibility ended there.
"Hey, kid. You don't look like you'd survive a mission anyway. Why not give me those four gold coins and I'll take you along? What do you say?"
A bearded man stepped up and grinned at Morin.
"I guarantee I can get you through a mission."
"How do you know I can't?" Morin asked calmly, a faint smirk forming. "Are you that strong? Can you beat that guy over there?"
As he spoke, he tilted his chin toward Wick.
"You..." The bearded man went silent.
He hadn't expected such a direct response.
More importantly, he didn't dare claim he could beat Wick. Not even as a joke.
The title "Boogeyman" wasn't something you boasted about.
It was earned through killing.
"Exactly. How can you say that?"
A woman walked over, deliberately lowering her voice as she leaned close to Morin's ear.
"The little brother is very confident... How about we step outside and talk?"
"Old woman, please stand back." Morin didn't look at her. "I really don't want to smell the cheap perfume you bought for a few bucks."
The blunt remark instantly wiped the expression off the female assassin's face.
After a brief pause, Morin spoke again.
"But you do have a point."
He stood up.
"Let's go outside and have a nice, long talk."