'Your room is on the fourth floor, third door to the right - have a nice stay!' - says the receptionist as they hand you the key to your room. You just smile in response, before walking towards the elevator and entering, your index finger pressing the button with a large, white '4' on it. The elevator doors close, before the compartment starts ascending, and slowly reaching the fourth floor. Once there, the elevator doors slide open, and you step out.

You slowly start walking forward, the soles of your footwear pressing against the soft rug on the floor, causing the fur of the rug to sink a little, the bag over your shoulder going up and down. After less than a minute of walking, you reach the door to your room, before inserting the key into the keyhole under the doorknob, and with a twist of the key to the left, a 'click!' could be heard coming from the lock mechanism, before you slowly pull the key away, placing it in the pocket of your pants. Your fingers wrap around the golden doorknob, pushing it down, and pulling the door towards yourself. The door is now open - and you enter the room you'll be staying in for the next month.

With a sigh, you take the bag over your shoulder off and throw it on the bed, before plopping down on the said bed yourself, the soft, plush white mattress sinking slightly under your weight, your face buried in the comfy material. Your muscles relax, slowly letting go of the tension, your eyelids growing heavier and heavier with each passing moment.

CREAAAAK

Confused, you raise your head as you hear the door of your room opening. Your eyes fluttering open slowly, though still remaining half-lidded in order to prevent the yellow light of the hallway from blurring your eyesight. Immediatly, you notice a tall, feminine figure standing in the doorway, the woman having long, dark purple hair which reaches her thighs and covers her left eye.

"..What are you doing in my room?" - the woman says, her bright-violet eyes narrowing as she stares right at you.