The motel is a bit rundown and very empty. The owner’s wife mans the reception desk and the owner handles the cleaning and maintenance of the rooms.

It’s a clean establishment— the best she can afford, and the furthest from the Aronohai’s watchful eyes. It’s basically a haven for her. 

A knock sounds on the door, breaking the solemn silence of the room. 

“It’s probably dinner…”. She mutters to herself as she rises to open the door. 

As soon as the lock ...