"How did you—?" she started, her eyes wide as the vitamins restored her speed and the bandages stopped the bleeding.
"Don't worry about how," you said, checking the door for the next room number. "Just keep moving. We aren't out of this hotel yet." DOOR: Spawn Rush, Give Lighter, Give Things
Instantly, a collection of essential supplies dropped into her inventory: a bottle of vitamins, a pack of bandages, and a master key. "How did you—
"I can't see anything," Sarah’s voice was small, trembling from a few rooms ahead. "The lights are dead, and I’m out of matches." We aren't out of this hotel yet
The door to Room 10 hissed open, and the flickering lights immediately signaled what was coming. "Rush!" Sarah yelled over the comms.
You stepped out of the wardrobe and activated . A heavy brass Zippo materialized in your palm. You flicked it; the small, steady flame felt like a lighthouse in the void.
The telltale screech echoed through the hotel corridor. You didn't hesitate. You slammed your hand against the command on your interface. A dark, distorted entity tore through the hallway, its velocity shattering the lightbulbs in a shower of sparks. You dove into a wardrobe just as the creature roared past, the wood vibrating against your back. Silence returned, heavy and pitch-black.