Xavier's POV

The rustling sounds of the leaves, the beautiful chirping sounds of young birds was enough to pull me out of the shackles of slumber as I opened my eyelids, staring at the beautiful carvings on the ceiling wondering why I didn't see this earlier. It was an ancient drawing, I saw exactly this picture in the library when I was much younger.

"Meeting the owner of this hotel would definitely be a thrilling experience. I would definitely inquire how he came about this arts" I muttered to myself as I walked to the bathroom, achieved all that I had to do make myself fresh as I was two...