Adrian went to a hotel that night to pass the night.
In no mood to deal with the elites' hassle that night, he went to the part of the city that most of them avoid like the plague.
The half-asleep receptionist in the low-class hotel barely glanced twice at him as she told him the cost of a room for the night and asked for his name.
The name 'Cross' felt sore in Adrian's mouth at the moment.
So, he impulsively gave his name as Adrian Hex.
The room was almost bare, having just the bed, a chair and an old TV mounted on the wall.
The toilet was small and grey with age and use too.
Still, the room was better compared to the cramped cubicle he had been banished to all his life in the palatial mansion of what should be his home.
He put on the TV, mindlessly flicking through the channels a
