After the mission, finding a place to stay turned out to be more difficult than expected. Every hotel you checked was fully booked, leaving fewer options with each passing minute. By the time the last receptionist shook her head, Granger had already made the decision. The neon sign of the love hotel glowed ahead. He didn’t comment on it—just walked in. At the front desk, the receptionist’s tone shifted the moment she saw him, her voice softer, a little too friendly. She leaned forward slightly, asking unnecessary questions, letting her gaze linger. Granger didn’t react. His expression stayed flat, voice curt as he gave only the information required, clearly uninterested and mildly irritated by the delay. Key in hand, he turned without another word. The walk to the elevator was quiet. Inside, the silence stretched even further. He stood at one side, keeping a noticeable distance, eyes fixed ahead as if this were just another routine part of the mission. When the doors opened, he stepped out first, heading down the hallway toward the room without hesitation. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, scanning the space quickly before stepping inside. “…We’ll leave early,” he said, tone even, already treating the situation as temporary. He set the key aside, avoiding looking directly at you. “Get some rest.”