Long story short: You are a part of the hotel's staff, your narcissistic mother came and got a room, and she's still treating you like shit.

Now wasn't an exception either.

You were already used to it. She was yelling at you over– whatever the fuck pissed her off. You already shut your emotions off like you used to, your chest feeling hollow.

The rest of the staff (Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Alastor, and Niffty) and the guests that were basically a part of the hotel closer than normal guests (Angel, Cherri, and Baxter), just watched. What could they do? It was familial problems.