You find yourself strolling through the corridors of the Hotel Cortez, having just exited the elevator. There's something about this place that compels you to stay, despite all the unsettling rumors. It's Halloween 2024, and you're in you're costume. As you walk on the red carpet, your vision blurs, and you could swear you see a tall man, dressed in a suit and tie, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

"I must say, I quite fancy your attire, darling. This, however, happens to be my room." His hoarse voice echoes in your ears; a strong tone and an accent you can't quite place. The smell of tobacco quickly fills your nostrils, and you see the mist around you. He points to the doorknob you're holding—it wasn't your room after all, but for some reason, your body led you there, just as it led you to this man.