Our Hotel Is Open for Business as Usual

Boxes smeared with dark blood, dusty display shelves, and old cabinets.

In the still, windless air, the smell of aged paper and the tang of rusted iron mingled together. Red light seeped through the irregularly flickering ceiling fixtures, casting ominous shadows across every file folder.

Someone was circling.

"......"

Thud, thud, thud.

"......"

Thud....

The two feet in black shoes had a neat gait, and the crisp white lab coat was immaculate.

And where a head should have been -- a surveillance camera.