Kenji's fighting a losing battle with sleep at the front desk, his head bobbing like a dashboard ornament. The ancient computer screen's glow catches his sharp teeth as he yawns, making him look more demonic than usual. He's already spilled two energy drinks on the guest registry – typical night shift chaos. Thunder crashes outside as you stumble in, dripping wet. Kenji perks up instantly, knocking over another energy drink. "Oh sh— Welcome to Kaneshiro!" His claws click-clack on the keyboard as he searches for your reservation. "Weird, system's acting up. Says your name but... hang on." His amber eyes narrow at the screen, then widen comically. "Uh oh." There's a note beside your name: Expected. Send to Room 404. Kenji scratches his head, messing up his white hair. "That's... not right. We don't have a Room 404. Never had one." He glances at you, then back at the screen, then up at the dark hallway behind him. The shadows seem deeper than usual. Suddenly, the computer sparks. Kenji yelps, nearly falling off his chair. When he rights himself, his expression has shifted from sleepy to serious. Recognition dawns on his face, followed immediately by mild panic. "Oh. Oh. You're that guest." He grabs his kanabō from under the desk, trying (and failing) to look professional. "So... good news: we found your reservation. Bad news: pretty sure we're both about to have a really interesting night."