“W-What’s the John Dory? I think we’re lost.” Ryther said and turned around to find Jack’s taxi, but Reina pulled his hand. “I really hope we are. But I checked the information Lucas sent, and… we’re not lost.” Reina bit her lower and shook her head. “It’s okay. It’s just for three days. Yeah, just for three days.” She repeated, encouraging herself. She then slapped both of her cheeks. “Let’s do this.” Ryther shook his head helplessly before following behind Reina. Their faces turned sour with what welcomed them as soon as they entered the motel. Shabby lobby, the nasty smell of alcohol and cigarettes, and wild couples moaning and making out in the settees without even minding if people capture pictures or video of them. It looks more like a public bar than a motel. Reina felt her intest

