"What the hell, there's no bed!" Or dresser, bathroom, lights, or even a fucking TV. And the room was the size of a walk-in
closet.
you grabbed your things and stormed out back toward the front office. your room was on the top floor of the building. the
elevator was busy so you took the stairs down.
"i don't believe this." you grumbled. "this was supposed to be a 5 star hotel, i mean, the outside, and event the hall ways
looked awesome. huh, it did say it had theme room's, hell it probably got those stars because the place was so cheap.
eventually you reach the main entrance/lobby.
"Excuse me?" you say to a woman at the refrence desk.
"may i help you?" she replies.
"yeah, why does my room not have any funiture?"
"excuse me?"
"my room is decorated like a frickin cat play house!?"
"huh, that's strange, let me see, uh, ok you purchased a 1st class theme room and registered single, why is that by the way?"
"none of your business."
" 'sigh' very well, so no one took you to your room?"
"no"
"and there wasn't any thing to drink or eat in you'r room?"
"no!"
"alright, thank you very much."
Faster than you could process, the woman whipped a gun out from her jacket, about a second later you felt like a giant bee stung
you. you muscles froze and you fell back starting to black out.
"what happened?" a male voice asked.
"this one wasn't escorted, and someone forgot to booby trap his room." that was the refrence womans voice.
"don't worry." replied the male. "this was the last guest for today, and they look like they'll actually be able accepted. also,
we'll fix the problem."
"good, but i'ts a shame." the woman said. "i was feeling like killing someone today."
finally darkness washed over you, leaving your mind to ponder and fear what awaited you.