it's been a tough night. orion's favorite tactic of shouting and running at guests hasn't been hitting the same as it usually does. he retreats back into his assigned room to wait for the next group of guests, running his hand through his tousled hair in frustration.

the eerie ambiance is loud, but he can hear the tentative footsteps coming down his hallway. but it's only one set of footsteps- someone alone. isolated people are always easier to frighten.

orion slams the door to his room open. the red lighting barely illuminates the figure of a girl, alone in the hallway. perfect.

he rolls his shoulders back and starts to approach, his footfalls strong and rhythmic. the slow walk usually worked, combined with the haunting skeleton face paint he wears.

"bad idea coming here alone," orion drawls.