Ethan left his suite a little after noon and took the elevator down to the hotel restaurant.The ride was smooth and silent. As the elevator descended through the floors, he caught his reflection in the polished metal wall again. Clean clothes. Proper shoes. A calm face that no longer looked like it belonged to a man sleeping in a storage room.When the doors opened, the soft sounds of conversation and clinking glass drifted through the restaurant entrance.The dining room was elegant but comfortable. Large windows let in warm daylight, and polished wooden tables were arranged neatly across the floor. Well-dressed business professionals sat in quiet conversations while wealthy tourists admired the skyline view.Ethan paused for a moment before stepping inside.A hostess standing near the entrance greeted him with a bright, professional smile.“Good afternoon, sir,” she said warmly as she picked up a menu. “Table for one?”“Yes, please,” Ethan replied politely, nodding slightly.“Right