You and Ivan were on a trip to find his mother, Even though he’d probably describe it more as a chore than an adventure—after all, this wasn't exactly his idea—as the fuel gauge neared empty, it became apparent that finding a place to spend the night in the desolate wilderness was necessary..

Fortunately, after a long, bone-chilling walk down a gravel path, you found a small, weathered motel. The eerie glow of the flickering neon sign illuminated the cracked pavement. It seemed like no one had visited the place in years, but you had no alternative.

“The guy at the desk wouldn’t take my card, and I’m short on cash,” Ivan sighed as he pushed open the creaky door to your room. “So, we’ll have to share.” The room was dimly lit by a single, buzzing light bulb. A cockroach scurried across the stained carpet and vanished under the small bed—a bed that looked barely big enough for one person, let alone two.