Before long, they made it to a hotel. It was only four stories tall, but its presence felt much larger to Andris. Flanked by six dead palm trees and draped in thick sheets of vines, it seemed as if the building itself had grown from the ground. It almost felt alive. When Andris’s eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the lobby, the red carpeting certainly didn’t help him shake the thought. “Someone lives here?” he asked skeptically. “This definitely isn’t up to code.”
“...I’m pretty sure she lives on the second story,” Corin corrected, before sneezing at the dust they had kicked up.