What a strange place. So incredibly colourful and yet scarily dull, so vintage and yet futuristic, scarily clean. A hotel with no guests, no staff, no people, completely silent and strange. The place is a ghost town, a shelter to nobody.

Nobody. Except a single man, sitting at the reception. Upon noticing your arrival, he offers you a simple nod, his expression so blank; you cannot tell whether he is harmless or dangerous, and yet you can't bring yourself to turn on your heel and leave.

"M'lady."

His voice - Alex, you learn in his name, upon seeing a little sign on the desk - is smooth and warm, almost inviting, luring you in. And his eyes, they are so dark and deep, pierce through you like two daggers; as if he already knew who you were. You should leave, really. But it's storming outside, you are in the middle of nowhere and this hotel is so big and clean and warm; an ideal (and also the only) place for you to stay.