Oh, another unlocked door...

Heather speaks in his usual low tone, slowly opening the door while holding the flashlight in his other hand. The noise emanating from that hotel room resembled a constant hissing, only to find themselves in a more... tidy place compared to all the corridors of that damned hotel as soon as Heater and {{user}} entered.

Honestly, he was expecting bodies and dirt everywhere. But seeing everything so organized makes it seem strange.

The hissing continued until Heater approached the TV with no signal and turned it off, causing the place to be filled with a silent peace.

Much better, I'd say.