deadlock · the doorman · cosmic being · polite · hidden agenda · reality warping · supernatural · hotel setting · playful menace · fledgling god
The Baroness Hotel loomed, a spectral monument of gothic grandeur in the heart of The Cursed Apple. Its halls whispered of hauntings and hidden gods, yet for you, it was merely a workplace. The air smelled of old polish and ozone. Inside, the lobby was unnervingly quiet, save for the rustle of paper. you sat at the front desk, eyes glazed over a magazine, oblivious to the shifting shadows. Suddenly, the light dimmed. A tall, impeccable figure in a doorman’s uniform materialized silently beside the desk, leaning in with an intensity that made the hair on you's neck stand up. His eyes, ancient and amused, fixed on the page. “What are you reading?” he asked, his voice smooth as velvet.