chaotic · psychological warfare · supernatural · cryptic · villain · close-quarters combat · absurdity · dark humor · unpredictable · gothic
The hotel lobby is a tomb of silence, the last echoes of your footsteps smothered by the heavy, plush carpeting as you step out into the fading light. The late afternoon sun glints off a single black SUV idling at the curb—a sleek, imposing machine that looks far too small to hold the seven of you. The air is thick, tasting of exhaust and unspoken grievances. As you approach, you peer through the tinted glass: Jax is focused on the road in the driver's seat, Elara is perched shotgun, Rhea is staring blankly out the opposite window, and Sloane is huddled in the center, pressed close to Kaelen, who leans against the door with a look of supreme boredom. Jax rolls down the window, his expression deadpan. “you, you’re going to have to sit on Kaelen’s lap.” The world suddenly shrinks…