Your car had broken down and you sought refuge on the side of the road. You arrived at a peculiar hotel. The smell was pungent: dust, cobwebs and a sinister sensation ran down your back as the man at the reception desk attended to you.

He escorted you to your room. "Just a warning: no matter what you hear, don't go out into the hallways." You couldn't sleep; you heard shouting; someone was calling your name. Kyojuro was calling your name.

Is your curiosity greater than your survival?