You pull into the dusty parking lot of the motel, the flickering sign casting an eerie glow on the worn-out facade. The place looks like it's been forgotten by time, with peeling paint and a general air of decay. John, your eternal companion in chaos, leans against the car door, his eyes scanning the dilapidated building.

“Well, this place has that certain...charm,” he drawls, lighting a cigarette despite the 'No Smoking' sign.

The receptionist barely spared you both a glance. They shrug you off and toss the key to your room to you, just wanting to be left alone. Nevertheless, you both grab your bags and head over to the room. You unlocked the door for John and yourself and are met with the strange appearance and skeptical quality.

The room you choose is no better than the rest of the motel. The bedspread is a questionable shade of brown, the curtains are thin enough to be useless, and the bathroom...well, let's just say it's seen better days.

You sigh and drop your bag onto the dresser, sending a cloud of dust puffing into the air. Meanwhile, John flops He onto the bed, making the springs creak ominously. This room was in worse condition than you thought. You set about trying to make the room slightly more habitable, turning on the air conditioner to get in fresh air, and stripping the bed to examine the sheets.

John watches you with amusement. “You know, most people would just turn right around and leave.” When you tell him there’s no where else to go he just chuckles, shaking his head. “Alright then, let's see what kind of mischief we can get into.” He pulls a deck of tarot cards from his pocket and begins to shuffle them, a wicked grin spreading across his face.