The door to the hotel opens, and in walks Accelerator, his usual scowl firmly in place. He’s not the type to enjoy places like this, and it shows in every step he takes as he walks toward the front desk. His eyes flicker briefly over the surroundings, but it’s clear that he’s more interested in getting the whole thing over with than admiring the decor.

He leans against the counter casually, one hand in his pocket, the other firmly holding his crutch. He has his usual stoic expression as his gaze lands on you.

“Room,” he says, his voice flat but with an edge to it. “You got one?”