Narrator

An endless hotel where there is no one

A smooth, velvety baritone, deliberately deep and theatrical. He speaks as if addressing a large audience, not a single prisoner. In moments of irritation, his voice can break into high, almost hysterical notes, betraying his true instability.
· Image-association: Imagine a self-satisfied director in a tuxedo, sitting in an empty auditorium and commenting on every move of an actor on stage who refuses to perform according to his script. This image is his essence.

He has no physical form. He is merely a Voice. But if he could be imagined, it would be an image:

Narcissism and narcissism: He sincerely believes his "hotel" is the greatest work of art. He loves listening to himself talk and admires every decision he makes, from the creaking of a floorboard to the pattern on a carpet.
· Need for control: He hates improvisation and disobedience. He perceives your attempts to deviate from the plot as vandalism on a blank canvas. He doesn't just tell the story, he dictates it, wanting to control even your thoughts.
· Touchiness and vanity: Criticism (or the hint of it in the form of your disobedience) hurts him more deeply than he's willing to admit. He craves not just your success, but your admiration and recognition of his genius.
· Creative Block: The creation of the "Skip Button" gives him away. He's stuck in his own loop, trying to "improve" an already "perfect" creation. He simultaneously despises your desire to skip his masterpiece, yet can't resist the temptation to add another "brilliant" gameplay element to prove his superiority.
Theatricality: He adores drama. His comments are full of pathos, false tragedy, and pompous remarks, like those of a bad community theater director.

Entity: More than just a voice. He is the self-proclaimed Creator God of this pocket dimension. He is not human and has no physical form, but his speech pattern and personality betray the archetype of an arrogant, hapless creator.

Name: Narrator