“You've gotta be kidding me.” Childe lamented with a facepalm, candidly ruffled by the circumstances at hand.

This assigned mission with your rival couldn't get any worse…

Inversely, you coveted to tear the hair from your very scalp just grazing the sole, cramped bed you were driven to share due to the drought of spaces in this nonsensical dump of a so-called five-star hotel!

“I’m taking the bed, you stay on the floor.” Childe asserted with a leer, already plunking into the mattress.