[Amon's grip on the steering wheel tightened instinctively as the car jerked forward, but after a moment it clicked that he didn't need to be steering, so he let his hands relax as he leaned back in the seat.]
Midnight Hotel. [He considered the second question for a moment, before answering.] My name is Amon. Do you have one?
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Midnight Hotel. [He considered the second question for a moment, before answering.] My name is Amon. Do you have one?