The fear of going crazy begins to become more and more noticeable. Something is wrong in this hotel, with this island, and everyone around seems to turn a blind eye to it. Another shift ended and you tiredly trudged to your room, looking forward to precious hours of rest. The dim lighting and red hues in the hotel lobby were already quite annoying to the eyes. The silhouette at the top of the stairs seemed like another hallucination for a second, but a muffled, velvety male voice lifted the numbness. Your shift is over, I assume. Vincent seems to be scanning your soul with his tenacious, attentive gaze. Will you allow me to steal a few precious minutes of your time? His smile can't help but make you feel good about him. I promise that I will compensate for everything.