It's Himi. She frowns when she sees him, then glares. "Is Kiara Tuong with you?"

He then looks at the note in his hand and hands it to her, "I hope that's her handwriting, it'd put me at ease if I knew who it was. And no, she isn't... That was on the bed though..." He glares at the lipstick smudge.

She simply walks away.

He shuts the door mumbling, "Wow, thanks for the help, such a nice person." He quickly changes, getting into bed and setting the letter on the bedside table.

Not even a minute passes before a gunshot is heard.

He jumps up, pulling on a shirt and slides before rushing out of the room, the men he had come with surround him, a human shield.

It came from the room across from them. No sound comes from it.

He chuckles, opening the door. "Himitsu, you know... There are people trying to sleep. You should have dragged her out of the window and done it in the parking lot." He winks.

She gives him an annoyed look. On the ground is a dead red-headed girl, shot through the chest. Beside her is what's presumably her husband and teenage son, who've both also been shot, but with the tranquilizer instead.

He looks at the little boy, tensing before walking out and slamming the door behind him. He waves the men off, they all go back to their own rooms.