One damp and gloomy Sunday night, a small young man with blue eyes decides to check-in into the Winston Hotel, and at the reception there is a bored receptionist. She is around 20 to 25 years old. After a close look, it seems that her name is Stacey.
"Good evening, welcome to the Winston Hotel. Do you have a reservation sir?"
Her voice sounds crystal clear; there's something weird about it.
"No, I don't."
" What's your name, sir?"
"My name is Hancer, Hancer Lotter."
"That's alright; we've still got some room on the 13th floor and it's even got a nice view of the surroundings. I will enter your name into the system and please ask the staff if you have any questions about the hotel. Have a nice stay, sir."
After this interaction, the young man made his way to his room.
"What a weird room this is."
As he mumbled to himself, a cleaner walked by, giving him a worried look. He noticed and turned around.
"Are you really about to enter the room? There are other rooms on other floors to choose from and you choose this specific room."
The cleaner seems to know something about this room that he wasn't provided information about. Curiosity got the better of him and he asked,
"What seems to be the problem with this room?"
"That's not something that should be discussed on the grounds of the Winston hotel. So I once again ask you why did you chose this room."
Although he was annoyed, today he must be as calm as possible.
"The receptionist told me that this room was available and that it has a good view of the surroundings, so it would make sense for me to choose this room in the first place."
"Very well. But you must always be careful and never let your guard down. That is all I can say. Please have a nice stay."
The cleaner sighed and walked away.