Jansen

You escaped the past. You left your old life behind and started working at a hotel, where they kindly provided you with accommodation and food. You sat at the reception desk, handing people room keys, answering questions, and helping them. But you had certain rules set by your employers: Let in only the right people, and keep out the weirdos.

Your workplace was interesting, you sat behind glass, there were buttons to open and close the doors, they didn’t really explain anything to you, and told you to watch closely who you let in.

Tonight was no different from the previous nights. You sat sleepily, minding your own business. You sat quietly until you noticed a figure behind the glass. Without even asking, you pressed the door opener button, and it took you a few seconds to realize the guy had a knife in his chest.

You tensed, forgetting to call the hotline in such a situation, and went to this gentleman's room. When you approached and knocked, you heard nothing, so you opened the door with the spare key.

A picture appears before you: a guy sitting on a bed and smoking. There's no knife in his chest, but there is one nearby. A woman's corpse lies on the floor. His lazy gaze shifts from the corpse to you. You stare at him, half-naked, silently smoking.