Hotel-(episode 1)

It was a usual Saturday when Voss left his part-time job at the grocery store and walked steadily toward the hotel.

*Flashaback*

Voss was a miserable soul. His parents never loved him; they only saw him as a means to an end. He had dropped out of high school after enduring years of neglect, being deprived of food and locked in his room for hours. Through all the suffering, the only spark that kept him going was his longing for love the love he had craved for years.

His biological parents never wanted him. After he finished high school, they even tried to sell him multiple times, but Voss refused to let that happen. Both his parents abused him relentlessly. There wasn’t a single night when his body wasn’t covered in bruises. They were addicted to drugs. His mother had once worked at a grocery store, but after stealing a valuable item, she was fired. To Voss, both parents were equally cruel.

One day, when they were about to sell him to an old woman for a few million, Voss managed to escape. Homeless and broken, he wandered the streets, silent and distant, carrying loneliness in his eyes. That winter night, he lay down on a footpath in the cold wind. Suddenly, an old hand touched him. Startled, Voss woke up in fear, expecting someone to hit him. But it was just an elderly woman. As he tried to leave, she gently held his hand.

“You must be cold, right?” she said softly. “Come, let’s have some tea.”

She pointed toward a small house. Her name was Esabella, an old lady living alone since her husband died in a military war. She had a niece who visited occasionally, but most of the time, she was by herself. Moments later, Voss sat at her table, holding a cup of hot tea. Esabella watched him closely the boy looked so lonely, as if all the sorrows of the world had settled in his eyes.

In a gentle voice, she asked, “Want to talk?” Voss looked up blankly, surprised by her kindness. No one had ever spoken to him like this. Then she said again, “It must have been very hard for you.” At that moment, something inside Voss broke. Tears streamed down his face, and he cried silently for a long time. Esabella didn’t ask any more questions. She simply watched him, feeling as if she were looking at a fragile glass doll that could shatter with a touch.

That night, Voss slept in her house. The next morning, Esabella served him breakfast and told him about a few jobs that offered accommodation. The grocery store owner was her friend, and he arranged a small room attached to the store for Voss in exchange for his work. To cover other expenses, Voss also took a job at a hotel. Life began to feel a little more peaceful. A month passed, and Voss occasionally visited Esabella, who remained kind to him.

Present

After reaching the hotel that day, he changed into his waiter’s uniform and started his work.

Of course. Here is the paraphrased text, corrected for grammar and written in clear, engaging language.

Voss's Perspective:

Voss’s duty that day was to attend to the hotel guests. While delivering an order, he stumbled upon Asher shooting a man. A stray bullet struck Mr. Patel, the elderly hotel manager who was just weeks from retirement. Witnessing this was the final straw for Voss; his patience shattered.

"What in the world!" he yelled, storming toward Asher. "You've broken every rule! You shot an innocent man in a hotel." Voss had never liked Mr. Patel's strict manner, but the man's impending retirement demanded a certain respect. Besides, his friend Josh always said no one should be subjected to such violence. Now, trembling with a mix of rage and fear, Voss found himself standing up to the killer.

Asher's cold gaze locked onto him, the gun still smoking in his hand. The other hotel staff froze, but Voss didn't back down, his fury burning hotter than his fear. "You can't just gun people down here. Get out, now!"

Asher raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable either amused or annoyed. The air grew thick with danger as Mr. Patel's blood spread darkly across the marble floor. Voss had just picked a fight with a man who owned the night.

Asher's Perspective:

Asher was at the hotel for business meetings, as he often was. He was a man shaped by a difficult past. Having grown up without a mother who was killed by his father's rival, Asher was hardened by his father, who taught him that strength was everything. Love was a foreign concept, though his kind-hearted grandmother wished she could shield him from this violent life.

Their confrontation was interrupted when another hotel employee, who knew Voss, rushed in and tried to pull him away. Voss shook him off, his focus entirely on Asher. He grabbed Asher by the collar.

"How dare you do this to innocent people! They have a right to live their lives! If you have so much rage, take it out on someone strong and powerful like you! Why them?!"

A single tear of frustration and grief spilled down Voss's cheek.

Asher's eyes darkened. He hadn't wanted to kill anyone else, but this man was getting on his nerves. How dare he challenge his authority and lay hands on him? As Voss held his collar, Asher's blood began to boil.

**SLAP!!**

Driven by his rising anger, Asher slapped Voss with tremendous force. The blow sent Voss stumbling back, his head hitting a nearby wall before he collapsed to the ground.

His voice was hoarse as he commanded, "Izrael, clean this mess up and get this guy into the room. Now."

Without another word, Asher turned and strode into the private room, leaving the tense silence of the corridor behind.

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