The three of them walked up to the hotel. Its massive structure seemed to send chills down Blair's spine, with a crescent moon hanging in the night sky, casting long shadows down on the floor. The building looked old and beaten up, with broken windows and some unfinished sections. When they stepped inside, the atmosphere felt rather cold and unwelcoming, like something sinister was about to unfold. The air inside smelled musty and gross, almost like bodies had been left here to rot.
Skylark glanced around, his sharp eyes taking in every detail of the desolate lobby. "This place gives me the creeps," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
