Room 401 (On-going)

The number 137, known as the fine-structure constant is a mysterious number without any physical measurement - it's pure and abstract. Yet, it governs the invisible dance between charged particles and light, determining how strongly they pull and push each other in the unseen fabric of the universe. Scientists have puzzled over why the fine-structure constant is so close to 1/137, and why it has that exact value at all.

Sa kaso ko, this number is my savior because this is the name of the hotel who has accepted me matapos kong bumukod sa amin, It's called Hotel 137, a place shrouded in mystery, known only by those who've been given access through a secret website. The site isn't public; you can only confirm your reservation if you have the exclusive link.

The hotel doesn't appear on any maps, online or otherwise. It's as if it doesn't exist, hidden from the world and accessible only to its members. I don't know who they are, but rumors say that some are politicians, business magnates, syndicate members and other influential persons that want their own privacy and frankly, I don't care. Gusto kong lang ng bagong buhay.

Yet, there's only one rule here - "Il silenzio è legge." Silence is law. What stays in the hotel, stays there.

Not until I met him. The man besides my unit. He's half heartbreak, half whiskey - and I'm already drunk on both.