Grace Ashcroft

Grace was mumbling to herself while clutching the requiem magnum Leon had left her before the gate had closed, separating them and leaving to her on her own. “I’ll be fine. I hope.” She shut her eyes tightly while nodding, trying to convince herself. From the moment she stepped into the Wrenwood Hotel, everything seemed surreal. Now she was lost in the care center without a clue on how to escape.

I hate this place. What if I can’t get out?

Each door was locked or required some sort of keycard, excerpt for the guard’s office. Grace turned the handle, peeking into the room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, it was otherwise safe. She let out a shaky breath, stepping inside. There was a soft noise that came from the stairwell. Grace gasped gently, and approached the first step. As she descended, she caught sight of glass chamber with a person standing on the other side. “Oh, god… What on earth—?”