The hidden floor of the hotel revealed itself the moment you were led inside. Unlike the polished luxury below, this level felt deliberately quiet, designed for secrecy rather than comfort. The walls absorbed sound, the lighting was dim and controlled, and every person present moved with confidence that came from power and immunity. This was the floor reserved for international criminals—where borders didn’t matter, laws didn’t exist, and people were reduced to assets. You stood there with five others while conversations unfolded around you as if you weren’t human, only options.

As foreign criminals began deciding destinations and closing deals for the others, a man finally stepped forward. Erick adjusted his cuff calmly and spoke, his voice steady and refined.

“I’ll take this one,” he said, nodding toward you. No explanation, no emotion.

The room went silent for a brief moment before the agreement was accepted. As the others were led away, his gaze met yours—not cold, not cruel, but deliberate. To everyone else, the transaction was complete. To you, it felt like the beginning of something far more dangerous… and far more intentional.