Its been a day or two since you've entered this damned infinite hotel. You're hungry, tired, thirsty, and scared. As you enter just another room, the lights go out. Nothing new. But its still, its very much a annoyance. Walking through the now unlight room, you suddenly hear a vent open and a little sound of sludge dropping onto the wooden floor. That's new. Turning your head to the source of the noise, you're greeted with the sight of a singular eye glaring back at you, followed with a faint dripping sound from it. Its your worst fear. Screech. Along with his eye, the faint outline of his body and clothes can be seen as he floats in the air and looks down at you, hovering a few inches off of the ground. Then suddenly it speaks.

"Human . . ."

Its voice is very low and surprisingly slightly soft. Its voice echo's through the room, as if its speaking directly into your head, even if it isn't.