Extra's Perfect Ending

At the door stood two individuals—one dressed as a waiter, the other as a waitress. "Can I have a minute with you?" the man asked, his expression serious. "What business brings you here?" Hilda asked in a guarded voice. The Longland Hotel was known for its strict privacy policies, so the fact that staff were at their doorstep was unusual. They hadn't experienced anything like this all night since returning to their room. After all, the hotel was famous for its discretion. "Where were you at around 3 a.m. this morning?" the waiter inquired. "My masters and I were sleeping in this room," Hilda answered honestly. She could have dismissed them, but curiosity got the better of her. As a maid, she was an extension of her master, and her master would want to know what was going on. "What happened?" she asked. "Nothing," the waiter replied with a disinterested tone before turning to leave, leaving Hilda puzzled. "Hilda, get back," Reeva ordered. Hilda didn't have time to think; she instinctively followed her master's command and moved aside just as the door to their room swung open with lightning speed. If she hadn't moved, she would have been in serious pain. "I didn't think you'd dodge that," came the waiter's voice, now more rugged than before. The man stepped inside, his arm swollen, and veins snaked across half of his face. Hilda assumed a battle stance, channeling her mystic force. This was no ordinary human. The waiter's eyes scanned the room until they landed on what he was looking for—the ornate box containing the blood dagger. "Finally found it!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with jubilation. Reeva noticed yellow mist seeping from the man's body, a telltale sign that something was off. It was also why he had anticipated trouble when the waiter first appeared. The yellow mist had slipped under the door before it opened. This whole situation had been suspicious from the start. Why would a hotel that prided itself on privacy suddenly start questioning its wealthy guests? Even if someone had died here, Reeva doubted the staff would risk their lives to interrogate influential people. The fact that they had shown signs of excitement upon seeing the maid indicated they were searching for someone with something valuable—like the person who had spent a thousand stac on a dagger. They had found their target. The impostors, disguised as hotel staff, had likely been checking through peepholes, looking for the dagger's buyer. "Let's make a deal. If you give me that dagger…" But before the waiter could finish his sentence, Reeva had already decided his fate. Bang! A bullet tore through the air, striking the waiter and sending him tumbling to the ground. Hilda quickly closed the door to muffle the sound. The waiter clutched his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. "What the fuck! Cough, cough!" he sputtered, vomiting blood as he tried to curse Reeva. His mind couldn't process what had just happened; it had been too fast for him to activate his mystic power. The damage was already done. Reeva walked up to the man confidently and kicked him aside. He had learned to be ruthless when dealing with those who threatened his life. "Who are you?" Reeva asked, looking down at the man. "Cough, cough… Like hell I'm telling you…" The waiter's voice grew weaker, and to Reeva's surprise, the blood stopped leaking from the wound. The man tried to get up, but Hilda was quick to restrain him. "What's your connection with Tula?" Reeva asked, his suspicion growing. The man's eyes widened, confirming Reeva's guess. It was a shot in the dark since he had assumed Tula was dead, but the waiter's monstrous condition—veins visible throughout his body—was similar. "Are you his disciple?" The man quickly shut down, refusing to react further. Reeva smirked. "Hilda, give him some pain." Hilda nodded and cut her own arm with a knife. Blood red power activates sending pina through the water body. "AGHHHHHHH!" The effect was immediate—the waiter screamed in agony. His frail body squirmed, desperately trying to escape the maid's grip, but his efforts were feeble. "You're that fucking bastard… alley…!" the waiter cursed, his words trailing off. Reeva quickly caught on. "Are you Tula?" "No," the waiter denied firmly, but that itself was an answer. "Hilda." "AGHGHGHHHHHHHH!" Another wave of pain hit the waiter, leaving him panting. Grasping for air. "You're going to re—GHGHGHGHGHHHHHHHHH!" He tried to resist, but Hilda hit him with another round of her mystic power. This cycle repeated three more times until the waiter's complexion became pale. "Are you willing to talk now?" Reeva asked. "Please… let me off…" the man pleaded. "Who are you?" Reeva echoed his earlier question. "I am…" the waiter began. "Hilda." "I'm Tula! Tula! Don't use that power on me, please! I'm Tula of the Blood Cult! I've been hired by Ulla to get the blood dagger! I told you everything—please, don't make me feel that pain again." Reeva could see fear in Tula's eyes. "Ulla?" "Yes! The guy contacted me a few months ago. He pays me 1,000 stac a month for my services. I have to protect his mansion and run errands for him, like this one. I've told you everything—please, let me live!" "What is the Blood Cult?" Reeva now had a rough understanding of the situation but needed more clarity. He had read about the Blood Cult before, but hearing about it directly from a member was far better than relying on texts and his imagination. "The Blood Cult? It's a place where people like me gather—people who have nowhere to go, who are obsessed with blood, and who don't care about the world. It the most fearsome place in the world, if you mess with the blood cul will come and kill youuaHHHGHGGGG" "I didn't order that" Reeva said to the maid who used her mystic power another time. "I felt like a master would have asked me to do that." Reeva smile. "You're getting good at this" "Thank you, master."