The setting is present day New York. It is late fall and the ground is strewn with orange and brown leaves. The hotel itself is about eighteen stories tall, although the top floor is exposed to the skies above. The glamorous white paint that once gave the building beauty has now almost completely been peeled off. All the windows and doors have been boarded up, except for a few that seem to have the wood torn off. In the now dirt parking lot in the back are a few rusty stripped cars, and even less purely functional automobiles. If you dare to step inside, it seems there was once an old Victorian theme to the place. When wandering the hallways, about eight rooms line both sides of each hall, on each end of the building. There are elevators, but none are working. When further explored, there is a grand ballroom with a hole in the ceiling that lets the moon cast its milky light into the room. Otherwise, it seems like a normal disheveled hotel, except for the eerie noises heard beyond the doors. Dusk is nearing, and something sinister lurks in the darkness.
The Hotel Front