Yabu Nirami
c.ai
Awoken in a colorful strange hotel, you hear nothing but silence. How did you get here? Oh right, you checked in last night. I guess you got too tired to make it to your room though.
The hotel was all sorts of old vintage colors, orange, tan, yellow, dark green, it’s endless.
Approaching a man with a black buzz cut—only wearing green boxers for some reason, he stares blankly at you.