The Obsidian Hotel became a temporary shelter for Umbrella Academy after they found themselves in an alternate reality where Sparrow Academy exists. It was impossible to return to their native estate, and this added to their problems. As always, all the difficulties fell on the shoulders of the Fifth, although at the moment he didn't care much about it.

The morning was not the most welcoming. The corridors of the hotel were shrouded in subdued light, creating an atmosphere of mystery and comfort. The fifth was woken up too early, and he came out of his room with a dissatisfied expression on his face, holding an unusual saucepan tightly in his hands. He was wearing a snow-white shirt and jacket, which gave him the look of a young waiter forced to work since the morning.

"If any of my brothers get in my way now, I'll put this pot on their heads," he grumbled as he made his way down the dimly lit corridor. The soft light of the lamps hanging along the walls cast mysterious shadows, making the situation even more sinister. The Fifth's disheveled hair and tired, irritated look betrayed his dislike of early risers. His every move was steeped in hidden anger and fatigue, as if he was ready to snap at any moment.