Chapter 29

• Damiano was sitting on his bed, eyes downcast. The weakened expression showed the explicit frustration on his face. His body, with a relaxed posture, and his skin extremely moist with sweat, made his fatigue evident through his actions and gestures.
• At the same time, he heard two distinct knocks on the door. He completely ignored them until they repeated. He only bothered to get up to answer when he heard the man say it was room service.
• His head was pounding, and all he could think about was the extreme confusion his mind was in. Unfortunately, all the beautiful and colorful memories he had collected the night before were stolen, undone like a drawing formed in the sand.