But an even greater danger awaited Raegan. The uncertainty of what might confront her when the elevator doors opened. She had dropped all her belongings in the chaos, now clutching only a stun gun in her hand.

As the elevator announced its arrival with a "ding," the doors slid open to an apparently empty corridor.

Just as Raegan began to relax, a large hand reached out, gripping her and pulling her out.

“Ah! Let me go!" Raegan shut her eyes and attempted to use the stun gun, but it didn't work. Its battery had drained after a single use.

With no other option, Raegan swung the device wildly, using it as a blunt weapon. "Let go! Release me!" Her voice was tinged with panic.

“Raegan..." The soft utterance of her name halted her frantic movements.

Raegan looked up, her expression shifting from fear to shock.

"Mitchel..." She gasped, recognizing the face before her.

Mitchel's eyes were red, a silent confirmation of his identity. "Yes."

"Mitchel! It's really you!"

"Yes!" he replied.

Raegan threw her arms around him in a tight embrace.

Here she was, alone in the expansive hotel, having taken drastic measures and now confronting the unknown. The ordeal had been truly horrifying, rendering her feeling utterly vulnerable.

She had strived to maintain a facade of strength, but upon seeing Mitchel, that facade crumbled. Tears streaked her face, accentuating her fragility in her disheveled state.

Mitchel's heart ached as he enveloped her in his arms. "Raegan..."

“I'm so angry, and so scared," she murmured.

Raegan's emotions were overwhelming, but then she noticed Mitchel standing awkwardly, favoring one leg, his knee stained with blood.

“Are you alright? Your leg..."

She broke from his embrace and crouched to inspect his injury, her eyes welling up with tears. “Did Lorenzo do this to you?"

“I'm fine." Mitchel didn't want Raegan to dwell on his injury. Gently pulling her to her feet, he redirected her attention, asking, “What about you? Are you hurt?"