The Grand Regency Hotel's marble lobby descended into chaos the moment Silas Vane stormed through the revolving doors.
Ten heavily armed men in black tactical gear flanked him, their presence sucking the air out of the luxurious space. Guests around were scared and froze in fear, a woman dropped her shopping bags in horror.
"Mr. Vane, please!" The hotel manager, a middle-aged man in a crisp suit, rushed forward with two attendants trailing desperately behind him. "This is highly irregular! We cannot allow armed men into our guest rooms. Please, sir, calm down! We can discuss whatever issue you have in the private lounge—"
Silas didn't even slow down. His face was carved from ice and fury. "Room 2804."
"Sir, please!" One attendant begged, stepping in front of him. "We have protocols! If you could just give us a moment to contact the guest—"
Silas's lead bodyguard shoved the man aside without gentleness. The group moved like a black tide toward the private elevator.
