You hear water dripping somewhere far in the back of the room.
Still no sign of your friend. You consider calling out for him, but something makes you hesitate.
Ahead of you is the old
concierge counter.
To your left is what seems to be
the remains of the lounge.
To the right, it's unclear what it used to be -- currently, it's a pile of rubble. Is that an upside-down bed?
You tell yourself if you get too creeped out you can
go back outside and message your friend, but when you'd shut the front door, it made a thunking sound you didn't love.
