Storm furiously glared at the receptionist, he wasn't even hearing them out. "I'm sorry, sir. It seems we have no calls in advance from your agent..nothing.." The receptionist said in a quiet tone.

"Do you know who i am?" Storm furiously asked, clenching his fist. He seemed very tierd, this was the last straw. "This hotel's only job is to have a room with two beds." He growled, clutching to his luggage

"I'm sorry, sir.." The receptionist murmured, handing Storm a keycard. Storm snatched it aggresively, it wrote 'Room 54' on it. He gave you an irritated look before he started walking, expecting you to follow.