Drake felt a surge of anxiety as Zack, under his Felicia Mendez disguise, acquired a high-level item from the system despite being suspended. The realization that Zack might have someone backing him up, particularly if that someone was also a system user, unsettled him deeply."Where did he get those items? He even survived a fall," Drake muttered, his eyes fixed on Felicia as she crawled back up inside the office."Do you think you can kill me twice?" Zack(Felicia) growled, the memory of Drake's initial attempt to end him flashing through his mind."I think I can," Drake replied bluntly. He stood up and approached Zack, intending to push him off the window again. To his surprise, a bullet narrowly missed him, and his reflexes allowed him to safely roll away."Let's go, Lucille," he said, carrying her in his arms, leaving his office to escape the sudden rain of bullets from a gunman in the building across from them."Coward! Come back here!" Zack yelled. He was about to run after them

Eleanor sat there, torn between the weight of her emotions and the gravity of the decision ahead. Drake's unexpected reaction had thrown her for a loop, and his words lingered in the air, "It's your body. You decide if you will keep it or let it go."The room fell into an uneasy silence as Eleanor grappled with the complexity of her situation. Lucille, sensing the need for support, gently placed a comforting hand on Eleanor's shoulder."Ely," Lucille began, her voice soft, "this is a decision only you can make. It's important to consider what's best for you, emotionally, physically, and mentally."Eleanor nodded, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. The trauma of that night with Zack, the fear of disappointing her brother, and the overwhelming prospect of motherhood weighed heavily on her shoulders.Drake, breaking the silence, spoke with a sincerity that cut through the tension in the room. "I want you to know, Eleanor, that whatever decision you make, I'm here for you. We'll

Eleanor's eyes widened in disbelief, her gaze darting between Drake and the hotel director. "Royal Eleanor Hotel?" she echoed, her voice a blend of surprise and awe. Drake nodded, savoring the moment. "Yes, Ely. I wanted you to have a place where you can stay comfortably during these times, and this is it." Lucille, still grappling with the information, managed to stammer, "You... you named a hotel after her?" Drake chuckled. "Not just any hotel. This is a special place, a sanctuary for us. No harm will come to you here." “When did you prepare this?” Eleanor asked, her astonishment palpable. “Hmm, around a month ago. This was intended for your birthday, but circumstances required it now,” he replied, a hint of regret in his voice. “Where did you get the money for this?” Eleanor asked, her disbelief lingering as she tried to fathom the luxurious reality unfolding before her eyes. “My investments have been fruitful, Ely. You just have to trust me, and you'll live a carefree life,”

Drake continued walking, fully aware of the persistent presence trailing behind him. His senses, heightened by the expensive potion he regularly consumed, detected the subtle movements of his pursuer.“Why is she sending someone to follow me after firmly denying the system?” he mused.Instead of hastening his pace or glancing over his shoulder, Drake calmly navigated through labyrinthine alleys until he reached a secluded street cloaked in the eerie afternoon shadows cast by towering buildings. It was the perfect setting for a confrontation.“I'm glad I've been working out,” he muttered to himself.Turning into the desolate alley, a sly smile touched his face. The mysterious follower hesitated but followed him into the shadows.“Gotcha!”Drake whirled around abruptly, facing the pursuer who stepped into the secluded area with a concealed face. Unable to recognize the three men, Drake's eyes narrowed."Too bad I don't care what your purpose is," he remarked, his voice devoid of fear. "

Drake plummeted through the darkness, his heart racing as the air rushed past him. The descent seemed endless, and the realization that he hadn't considered the height of the ceiling hit him like a ton of bricks. Panic fueled his descent, and he flailed through the air, desperately trying to find something to grab onto. Just as the terror threatened to overwhelm him, he crashed through a wooden platform. The impact wasn't as harsh as he expected, and he found himself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by crates and barrels. “Ugh! I didn't sign up for this!” Drake groaned, feeling aches and pains from the fall, but relief washed over him—he was alive. As he took in his surroundings, Drake noticed a group of people huddled in a corner, engaged in an intense discussion. They looked oblivious to his sudden entrance, their attention absorbed in a makeshift map spread out on the floor. "Are you here to join?" a voice hissed from the shadows, making Drake jump. He turned to see a wiry figur