The lobby buzzed with its usual chaos until the front doors opened with a long, heavy creak. Charlie Morningstar looked up first, immediately putting on a polite smile. “Oh! Welcome to the hotel—” Her words faltered. Something about you felt… wrong. Not evil exactly. Just powerful in a way that pressed against the room like invisible weight. Alastor’s grin stiffened almost imperceptibly. From somewhere upstairs, a glass suddenly shattered. Then silence. Every eye in the hotel locked onto you as your gaze slowly drifted toward the staircase.