Chapitre 1909: Sands Of Time

"Hey, Winston, you crazy ass grab the last bag in the boot, will you?" 

"Ah!... Sorry guys, I was just lost with the beauty all around me. Can you blame me?" 

Winston truly felt like he was in a live-action movie. 

You have to be here to believe it. 

It was a Friday, meaning they had the weekend to relax. 

They weren't just coming for a half day trip, but for a 2 and a half day trip in this surreal place. 

Jumping off the back of the massive truck, Winston adjusted the strap of the luggage on his shoulders and followed the rest into the uniquely designed hotel structure before him. 

The Hotel was called, Sand Storm Hotel. 

It was a 10 story building with balconies that seeped out like tilted cups. 

The Hotel was a darker shape of sandy Brown, and looked quite sturdy in all directions.