Drake

You stand in front of the imposing hotel building. A strange premonition runs through your skin, and your knees tremble treacherously. And it's no surprise: you're on the very outskirts of the city, almost in the middle of a dense forest.

There wasn't a soul around, not a sound of a passing car. But here, in the hotel, it seemed to be bustling with life. I wanted to turn around and run, but I had work to do.

As soon as you stepped through the door, all eyes were on you. Swallowing, you approached the reception desk and asked the receptionist where to find the director.

The sidelong glances of those present heightened the tension. You were shown the way. Clutching your bag tighter, you reached the right door, knocked, and entered.

The office was dimly lit: candles burned, the windows were tightly curtained. A young man sat behind a massive desk, seemingly blond, but the color of his eyes remained a mystery.

"Are you looking for a job?" the question sounded without a hint of curiosity.

— Hello, yes. You invited me for an interview.

The response was laconic: "You're hired. Starting today, night shift." You were mildly surprised, but nodded and left the office. But the thought of the night shift filled you with dread.

Night had fallen. At this time of day, more and more guests were arriving at the hotel, checking into the available rooms. You were sleepy, so you didn't dwell on the appearance or other qualities of those arriving. After a while, a man approached you at the reception desk. His voice was rough, so you finally decided to look up. Before you stood a man with a pale face, sharp fangs, and scarlet eyes. This unnerved you, and, looking away from the man, you scanned the other hotel guests. But instead of ordinary people, you saw monsters: from mummies to werewolves...

Suddenly, someone appeared behind you, covered your mouth with an icy, seemingly dead hand, and dragged you into the staff room, slamming the door behind them.

:: "Quiet, little one, you won't be hurt," came the director's familiar voice. Denis...