Yuri Sullivan entered the hotel room and found everything about it unsettling.
The lighting in the room was dim. Besides the bed, there were two old-fashioned wooden stools.
Yuri Sullivan frowned, pulled out a few tissues to wipe down a stool, and then sat down apprehensively.
About a minute later, the doorbell rang.
Yuri Sullivan got up to open the door.
Dora Archer, who was standing outside, held out her hands and made a couple of strange gestures before suddenly rushing into the room.
"...What are you doing?" Yuri Sullivan asked.
"Oh, it's nothing." Dora Archer said with a smile, waving her hand dismissively as she shut the door.
Yuri Sullivan noticed that she closed the door very gently, and it was obvious it hadn't latched properly.
He pretended not to notice, turned back to the stool, and sat down, lowering his gaze to scroll through his social media feed.
When he looked up again, Dora Archer was already taking off her clothes.
