He resembled a wanderer without a home, lost in a world of disarray. "Please, don't Leave," he pleaded.

His sobriety was evident as he came out, trying to make Camila stay. "I require your assistance in handling Laura's matter."

"Very well, I shall wait for you," Camila replied, her gaze fixed on him.

With a resolute nod, Aldrin hastened back to his room, embarking on a mission of self-restoration. A refreshing shower cleansed him of his former odorous aura, while a swift shave transformed his visage.

Camila exhibited patience. However, she experienced the strain on her weary legs.