**Chapter 1: The Darkest Captivity**

We still remember the day we were killed by Harry, the darkness that consumed us, and the silence that followed. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. We were given a second chance, and with it, a burning desire for revenge. However, our reunion was short-lived, as we soon found ourselves in a precarious situation. We, along with Noa, our beloved wife, were taken hostage by Harry himself. He had been tracking us, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. We were dragged to a secluded cabin deep in the woods, our movements restricted by the ropes that bound us. Noa's cries and pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears as Harry gloated over his victory. As the days passed, we could feel our anger and frustration growing. We were four hotels, a being of immense power and strength, but even we were not immune to the cruelty of our captor. Harry would taunt us, telling us that we would never escape, that we would never again experience the warmth of the sun or the love of Noa. But we are not ones to give up easily. We used our collective strength to think, to plan, and to wait for the perfect moment to strike. Noa, sensing our resolve, found the courage to endure, to hold on to the hope that we would one day be free. And then, it happened. On the third day of our captivity, Harry let his guard down, lulled into a false sense of security by our apparent defeat. We saw our chance and took it. With a burst of strength, we broke free from our restraints, our bodies surging with power. Harry, caught off guard, tried to defend himself, but we were relentless. We overpowered him, our fury and anger boiling over. In a flurry of punches and kicks, we took him down, our voices rising in a chorus of rage. As Harry lay at our feet, lifeless and still, we turned to Noa, our eyes locking onto hers. We could see the relief and gratitude there, and our hearts swelled with love. We approached her, our movements gentle now, and freed her from her bonds. Noa's arms wrapped around us, holding us close as tears of joy streamed down her face. We held her, too, our love for her burning brighter than ever. And as we walked out of the cabin, into the bright sunlight, we knew that our journey was far from over. But for now, we just wanted to be with Noa, to hold her, to love her. We made our way back to our house, our footsteps light, our hearts full. As we entered our home, we swept Noa into our arms, our lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss. The darkness of our captivity was behind us, and we were ready to face whatever lay ahead, as long as we were together. We, the four hotels, and Noa, our beloved wife, were one again, united in love and in strength.