Roland meticulously searched every corner of the adjacent room, desperately seeking his wife, Edna, but she was nowhere to be found.
"Edna!" he cried out, his grip on his son Julius tightening in fear.
With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, he retraced his steps back to the room where Asmodius had made his haunting presence known. The odor of sulfur and decaying flesh lingered, permeating the air with an unsettling heaviness. Roland's gaze fixated on the exploded TV screen, which had previously displayed the image of his former friend and comrade in their mutual struggle. This friend, once considered a prince of hell, now stirred a deep unease within him. Yet, the exploded TV screen no longer revealed that ominous entity, leaving Roland feeling even more unsettled and uncertain.
For a moment, Roland's mind appeared to separate from his physical self, overwhelmed by what he had witnessed in the room. His daughter's haunting tales of shadows and a hooded figure, along with memories of a man with a shattered helmet, flooded his thoughts. The room still carried the putrid odor sulfur and rotten flesh, a lingering sign of a malevolent presence. Roland couldn't deny that he had seen and felt these entities, and he was deeply troubled by the realization that his children might be the targets. The aggression he witnessed was unlike anything he had encountered before, leaving him to wonder if someone had summoned these dark beings. Now, his worst fears were beginning to consume him.
To confirm what he had witnessed, Roland closed his eyes and uttered words tremblingly from his lips. These were words that no mortal had ever heard before. His foremost concern was to ensure the safety of his family, particularly his children, in their current location. Even though it had been a significant amount of time since his last encounter with Asmodius, Roland still possessed the ability to communicate with the demon he had previously trapped in the depths of the abyss. However, he never anticipated the sight of Asmodius, now free from the very same abyss where Roland had once confined him.
Upon completing his prayers, Roland opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the partially litted room. Gradually, he began to perceive eerie shadows forming near the bed. Among them was the familiar figure he had seen earlier on the dark TV screen. Roland's suspicions were confirmed; the ominous presence of darkness continued to linger in the room.
Unaware of the unfolding situation, Julius clung tightly to his father. Seeking solace and protection, he buried his face in his father's arms, apprehension flooding over him once again.
Within the shadows, Roland's gaze fell upon a face he knew all too well - a former friend and comrade. They had fought together during the war until their loyalties and beliefs tore them apart. The hooded figure sneered mockingly, his bald head shrouded in darkness. From within his hood, countless anguished souls pushed against the fabric, their screams echoing in Roland's mind. He stood frozen, torn between dismissing it all as mere imagination or accepting it as their dreaded nightmare. Without uttering a word, the man turned away from Roland and, along with the shadows, vanished into thin air, leaving behind nothing but a dissipating cloud of black dust.
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Edna, her face etched with worry.
"What's going on?" she asked, her confusion evident as she glanced into the room. Julius cried out, running towards his mother at the sight of her.
"Oh, my sweetie, another nightmare?" Edna asked with concern, her voice laced with worry. She noticed her husband standing in front of the flat-screen TV, seemingly unaware of her presence.
"Hey! What's happening?” she inquired, wrinkling her nose at an unpleasant smell in the room. She searched for its source as her eyes darted around. Roland remained motionless unresponsive. "Should I call room service?" she asked, her attention still focused on her husband.
Edna noticed that Roland seemed to be talking to someone, whispering words that were unintelligible to her. "Roland?" she called, but there was no response. Julius clung to his mother, seeking comfort.
"Roland, are you alright? What's going on with you?" Her concern now outweighed any trace of anger she may have felt.
"Und nachau bien ur gon keph swigtgh…" Roland whisphered, beads of sweat rolled down his face and his eyes were completely white. Edna reached out and touched his shoulder, hoping to rouse him from whatever state he was in. Roland regained consciousness but felt weak, collapsing to the floor.
"Roland!"
He heard his wife scream his name.
"Are you okay? What happened?" Edna's face was filled with worry. 
Roland sat up and placed a hand on his forehead. An intense headache caused him to clench his teeth and groan in pain. The surroundings seemed to blur and shift around him. Edna gently placed Julius on the bed and helped Roland to his feet, guiding him to sit beside their son on the bed. She knelt in front of him, holding his hands tenderly.
"What's wrong? Please, tell me," she pleaded.
"They're here," he whispered, his face drained of color, terror consuming him.
"They? Who?" Edna's confusion deepened. "Who is here?"
"It's my fault," he replied, filled with guilt.
"What are you saying? What's happening to you?" Edna was now more worried to her husband's condition.
"We need to leave immediately!" he exclaimed, attempting to stand but succumbing to dizziness.
"Leave? What's going on? Tell me, Roland."
"They're here, Edna. We're in grave danger. We have to get out of here now."
Fear gripped Edna as she grew increasingly alarmed by her husband's unusual behavior and the imminent danger he spoke of. She held him close, gently caressing her husband's back.
"What's happening? Stay here, and I'll call for help, okay? Maybe we should get a doctor."
"No, this isn't something a doctor can address. I'm not sick, Eds."
"Then tell me, what's wrong?" Edna's voice was filled with concern as she observed her husband's unusual behavior. "You're sweating profusely in this air-conditioned room, and now you're acting strangely, talking to no one in front of the TV."
"I will tell you, but first, you have to listen," Roland replied, urging her to pay attention.
"We are in great danger, especially our children. That's why we must leave as soon as possible."
"Danger? From whom?" Edna's voice rose in pitch. "Explain it to me so I can understand. It's our first day here."
Roland pleaded with his wife, saying, "I'm frightened of what might happen, especially to Rose and Julius." He then shifted his gaze away from her eyes. "And to you... I don't want anything bad to happen to you or our children. Please, listen and trust me."
"You're right... trust," Edna responded, her tone tinged with bitterness. "I trusted you for sixteen years, but what did I gain? I ended up as a mistress and, worse, a homewrecker. All because I trusted you." Her face hardened, devoid of tears. Julius clung tightly to his mother.
"Edna, please, I know I made that mistake. But please, listen. Do it for the sake of our children's safety. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you and the kids." Roland stood up and tried to explain, his eyes now fixed on Julius, who stared back with teary eyes.
"Mom, Dad, please don't fight. I will be really sad. Please don't fight," Julius pleaded, burying his face in his mother's shoulder.
"Hush... your mom and I aren't fighting, okay? We're just having a discussion," Roland assured him while gently tapping his son's shoulder.
"We won't leave unless you tell me what's happening. If someone is threatening our lives, we can call the police," Edna declared.
Drawing his face closer, Roland locked eyes with her and implored, "Do it for our children, please? That's all I'm asking," he pleaded to his wife.
Edna couldn't ignore his pleas. Those eyes always found a soft spot within her, even after everything that had happened. She knew deep down that she still loved her husband.
"Please, for the children. Not for me. I know I don't deserve your love anymore," Roland cried for the first time in front of his wife. Edna held his face with both hands, looking deeply into his eyes. Then, she nodded and whispered softly, "I forgive you." They kissed, tears streaming down their faces.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too. Very much," she reciprocated, kissing him again.
In the middle of their embrace, Julius stood between them, a look of joy on his face and his mouth forming a wide "O."
Parting their lips, Roland held Edna tightly as he extended his hand toward their son. The three of them embraced each other tightly. Suddenly, Edna remembered their daughter, Rose.
"Where's Rose?" she asked Roland.
"I... I don't know," he replied. "Isn't she supposed to be with Julius?" Roland turned to Julius, who shrugged his shoulders in response. Roland noticed a piece of paper on the table near the lampshade. He picked it up and saw Rose's handwriting. It was a note.
"Mom,
I just went out to get some fresh air and explore the resort. I promise I'll be back before lunch.
Love, Rose :-)"
After reading the note, he handed it to his wife.
"We need to find Rose right away. Her life might be in danger," he said. Every time Roland mentioned the danger they were in, fear gripped Edna.
"Why do you keep telling me that our lives are in danger? Who are they? Please explain," she implored.
"It's difficult to explain. You might not understand," he replied. Edna pouted in disappointment.
"Then help me understand!" Her voice grew louder, and Roland fell silent. "I have the right to know. I am your wife, their mother, and a part of this family."
"I will explain everything in due time. Once we leave this place and we are out of danger, there will be no reason for me to keep secrets from you. I promise not to hide anything from you anymore. For the last time, please trust me," Roland looked at her intently. "Can you find it in your heart to trust me again?"
Edna nodded. "I will... I'll put my complete trust in you."
"Come on, let's find Rose," Roland said, taking his wife's hand and rising from the sofa. Julius shuffled towards the door and slowly opened it.