You unlock the door and turn the handle as you open the door inward. A hunched, older man with wide eyes stands before you.

His long grey hair is combed back, it appears to be slightly damp, giving it a rather unflattering, and somewhat thin appearance. His face is worn, a dense layer of short facial hair crawls far too close up his face, a portion even nearing his eyes. His clothes appear to match the hotel’s motif, though they appear in desperate need of laundering. His name tag reads “Edward”

“Tidy up the room for you, Love?” He asks, stifling a raspy cough in the crook of his left arm. Before you can reply, he quickly grabs a spray bottle from the trolley in front of him, misting it in the air, and gesturing forward with his boney, crooked hand, as though to give a demonstration.