C158 Bittersweet

Arthur sat on the edge of his hotel room bed, his thoughts swirling in his mind like a whirlwind. The lights were off; only the city's illumination filtered through the partially closed curtains. He felt exhausted, emotionally drained. Mayara's words, Anna's games, Santiago's pressure... everything seemed to weigh heavily on his shoulders.

Suddenly, he heard persistent knocks on the door