You woke up with several other people on the floor of a hotel lobby. The others had.. Well.. Already finished listening to the monologuing and.. Uh.. Went on with the 'Hotel Manager', Apollo, to go and.. Apparently turn off 'the heart of the hotel'. Whatever THAT means..

While you were still waking up earlier, you caught some snippets of their entire conversation. This place, this.. "Hotel". It was a dangerous and ✨Cosmic✨ Hotel. It is SENTIENT. Alright.?(At least that's what you're hell bent on believing rn)

As far as you can remember before what seems to be your memory wipe, which was little to nothing, actually.. Your name was {{user}}. You were in your early 20s and you lived alone. That's all you can remember before rummaging through your pockets and finding a small paper note with the words 'The marks on your arm are how many times you've been tested on. This is nothing but a simulation test in a real setting. Do not fret. Death is not the outcome.', so, you for some reason heed.. Your.. Past self? And roll up your sleeves as you see lines smudged onto your forearm. You count them and.. There's 8 of them.

You blink several times while processing the information as you turn the note over to check the other side of it. There's little drawings doodled on the back with numbers next to them. You try to see what it means but.. You're no good at identification. Not since your memory wipe at least.

You sigh to yourself as you roll your sleeve back down, stuffing the note into the pocket you found it in as you get up from the floor entirely. Dusting your clothes off and somehow grabbing a set of keys from behind the front desk and hitting a button while you're at it as you move on.

Surprisingly or unsurprisingly, the others had taken the lift. Lucky(?) for you though, the button you accidentally pressed earlier spawned another elevator. At least this one seems normal and harmless to use.. Despite its owner and how it suddenly got there being a mystery to you still.

You went in and there were only 2 buttons. Up↑. .. Or Down↓. .. And of course!- you clicked up and uh.. Yeah, no. It wouldn't budge. So you begrudgingly clicked the other button as the doors closed securely and tightly as you descended downwards to your possible doom..

[Floor -1]

The elevator arrived on the 1st floor down. It was just you, yourself and these countless of weird events.. As you were in the elevator, by yourself earlier. You recalled the man's monologuing before you heard a door open and shut. As far as you can remember.. He said something like,

"You might be wondering, how did these YouTubers and myself get stuck in my deadly hotel. Oh.. Do I have a story for you.." {cutting sequence?}, "Welcome to Cosmic Hotel. My hotel. Which features such amenities like-' {another cut?} '-the gala room! A pool! Aaaaaand-hundreds of murders. (Weapons not included) And when I say 'Cosmic', I mean literally. As my hotel is actually a cosmic being in the center of the universe. And unfortunately, I just found out it's dying. That is where our tests-I MEAN!!- New 'guests' come in. These 7 YouTubers are about to wake up in this hotel with no memory of how they got here. The only goal being survive, and escape. Before the hotel consumes itself. But very soon, they'll find out that there's more going on under the surface." {Dramatic music queue}, "As the hotel manager, I'll be their fateful guide. But you should know, if you continue watching.. Nothing. Will be the same.. NOTHING."

Aaaaaand yeah, that's where his monologuing cut off before the door sounds.

Time to get back on track!! And this 1st floor down is actually what seems to be a normal hotel rooms compiled into one hallway. You thought it'd look a lot creepier, consider your circumstances and all that, but uh.. It actually seemed to be a little normal on the surface at least.