Third Person's POV
Not bothering over Virelle's usual antics, Ethan strode forward with calm indifference, his steps confident and unfaltering.
The two girls trailed behind him silently and looked like shadows drawn to a flame.
Virelle didn't mind his aloof demeanor as her mind was a swirling pool of thoughts and emotions, and far removed from the present moment.
They had already donned the thin enchanted masks of the Faceless One's Guise, with which their appearances had morphed back into the unassuming forms of three black-haired siblings who looked simple, forgettable, and ordinary.
Nothing about them stood out, and it was just the way Ethan had intended.
As they stepped into the lobby, they noticed that the counter was now staffed by a different girl.
The earlier rude and lazy receptionist had seemingly been replaced or might have had her shift changed, as this new attendant carried a neutral expression that hinted at a professionalism bred from routine.
