Following the hotel staff down the halls, Vanitas couldn't shake the eerie atmosphere. The sound of footsteps echoed ahead of him, yet there was a faint ringing. An unnatural hum that usually echoed whenever sound was absent.
By his perception alone, he should have been walking for nearly ten minutes now.
——Room 201. Room 202. Room 203….
And yet, after all that time, they had only passed three doors. He was certain they had walked past far more than that.
The farther they walked, the more the corridors seemed to stretch without end.
——Room 207. Room 208. Room 209….
Vanitas's gaze turned to the walls. The same faded wallpaper lined either side, repeating without variation. It was as though the hallway folded back on itself while maintaining the illusion of progress.
Finally, Vanitas spoke, "How much longer?"
The staff did not look back. "Not long now, esteemed guest. Your room is being prepared."
