The leader of Sinclair Hotel’s Benton branch, Donal, let out a dry chuckle as he looked at the instigator of the riot. It was someone who had once been his closest follower.

“A riot is one thing, but calling in the monsters to stop the survivors from escaping? That’s outright vile.”

As Donal scoffed, the ringleader merely shrugged.

“If the camp’s population decreases, then there’s no point in me taking over this place, is there?”

Listening to the bastard’s nonsense, Donal recalled the advice Theodore had given him earlier that morning.

“I heard about the riot.”

“We’ll be leaving soon, so we can’t provide direct help, but I do have a piece of advice for you.”