Resolution

Ring around the Craven.
Whispers in the hall,
Guests checked in together…
But none checked out at all.

A storm.
A wrong turn.
A hotel glowing like a safe haven in the dark.
But the Craven was anything but safe. Its elegant halls hid a Ringmaster who knew my secrets, a Mime who never spoke, and a stage where guilt was the script.
The couple who checked in before me were already bound for slaughter. And me? I was cast as the star.
At the Craven Hotel, every guest performed.
And every performance ended in blood.