Faust felt a cold sweat as the mood of the room suddenly changed and shouts of contempt were heard inside. Blood pumping in his ears, he couldn't hear them speak anyone Tensing up, he wondered whether this would be the time to step in. But just as he was about to do so, everything suddenly calmed down after Fateen said something. Quietly sighing in relief, Faust thought to himself, "God bless that old lady." Leaning back away from the wall, he looked at the streets. Peons were coming out now. It was best he went to the hotel now, before he drew attention to the house. Turning to the direction of the hotel, he strode away from that place, ready to rest for the day.

When Faust checked into the hotel, he became much more aware of the glares people gave him when he pulled out his Cipher ID. Although he was used to the dirty looks before, listening to those other people just made him think about it more. Once he got to his room, Faust took a moment to take off his clothes before crashing into bed. In the darkness, he began to think about those people; could they really be a threat to Cipher? And why did some of those voices sound familiar? Even though those thoughts still lingered, Faust slowly drifted off to sleep.