Hotel

The Black Dog took me in, taught me a bunch of things like how to spot a proxy and various fighting & gun techniques. Because, contrary to popular belief the black dog isn't a dog most of the time. The black dog prefers to wander about in a human form, especially when dealing with the humans incognito.

But of course fears & servants can easily spot him with his black hair & red eyes. It isn't really conspicuous for hiding from the fears, but humans seem to find it normal.

Since there were no more good leads on servants in the area at the moment, we decided to check into a hotel. Rhode Island may not be known for its glamerous hotels, but we managed to find a pretty nice one.

"Room for two, overlooking the park" the black dog said to the receptionist.

"Separate beds?" the receptionist asked.

"Yes" I added in.

"Alright, what name would you like it to be put under?"

"Ben Dreichmann" the Black Dog said.

I always liked that pseudonym of his. To me it just screamed class, elegance and excellence.

Once we were in our room I couldn't help but to lie down in the angelically comfortable bed and fall asleep. I was exhausted.

I woke up the next day, with Ben gone away somewhere.