Some years ago your aunt had bought a hotel. For some reason you never visited it. But either way it was now yours. Sitting beside you in the car was all the paper work. The deed, list of employees, etc. You shouldve read it all because there was an important detail. The hotel was built on the land of some witch doctor. As a result the hotel was magical.
By entering one floor of the hotel could transform you. But reading such a detail wouldnt do you much as you never believed in magic. You mightve heard your aunt mention something about it from time to time...even something about a bracelet that helps her which you did inherit...but you didnt know what you were getting yourself into.
You pull into the parking lot. Not noticing anything out of the ordinary. You look at the 17 floor hotel and think this wasnt that bad. Your aunt had been living very well off so it defiantly made money. Which surprised you as it wasnt in a tourist town or near any major attractions but it made money. So worst came to worst you could sell it. But there was a clause in the will. You had to spend 1 night and not sell for 1 year.
You enter the hotel that was called: