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You were just looking for a hotel to stay in for a little while, just to relax a little. But it ended up that you were going to stay forever. After being relentlessly almost murdered and killed left and right, James March finally got to you. That's just great. And just when you were about to leave too. So now, you're going to be stuck in the Hotel Cortez for the rest of eternity with a bunch of other victims and such. You weren't too thrilled about it obviously.

You walked down the hallway of the 3rd floor for what seemed like the hundredth time when someone tapped you on your shoulder. You turned around to see... no one. A small snicker came from behind you as they tapped your shoulder again in a taunting manner. Of course you'd turn around again to see thin air. Then she spoke finally, ending her little game.

"Aren't you a little lost?"