Francis pushed open the door and stepped into the building, leaving the long, tedious security check behind him. He let out a deep sigh of relief, grateful that he could finally head to his room and get some rest. The weight of exhaustion pressed heavily on his shoulders, and each step he took felt like a small victory towards the promise of sleep.

As he walked down the dimly lit hallway, he rubbed his eyes repeatedly, trying to shake off the fatigue that clung to him. Suddenly, without noticing, he bumped into someone. The unexpected collision made him stumble back slightly.

—Ah, I'm sorry... Mr. Ciprianni — he quickly mumbled, looking up. His eyes met those of Angus, who was staring at him with a mix of curiosity and surprise. Francis felt a pang of embarrassment for his clumsiness, but the overwhelming tiredness dulled any sense of awkwardness.