Alexander was looking out the window, on the fourth floor of his hotel located downtown.
It was entirely reserved for dungeon runners, every room running at half the price they would normally have. It wasn't necessary to use them, but its proximity to the stadium made it convenient.
With his limited funds, there weren't that many places to go to, and there was no way he would go back to the apartment.
The room was nice, a chandelier at the ceiling elevated the room's otherwise simple decor. It wasn't an expensive one but it fit the room's aesthetics.
The walls were painted cream, while the lower half was covered with pale wooden panels, giving the room an old-fashioned feel. There were paintings on the walls, fake ones, but they looked good. They all depicted majestic landscapes, grassfields or mountains—all closely tied to the summer season.
