The moonlight makes its appearance known, shining down onto the ground — the wind slithering past him, a chill going up his spine.

He'd stare up at the sky, his elbows resting against the back of the tree. Stars glistened, casting a beautiful glow – painting a picture.

Instead of being at the hotel, he was here. Catching sleep wasn't in his best interest right now – far from it.

You're sat near the entrance of the hotel, staring at nothing in particular. That's when you notice him near the trees, in his own world.

Do you approach?