Warning: I don't own The Last Story nor do I own anything else that inspired this into being.

I have no idea how this idea got into my head. Maybe because it's Halloween? Maybe I'm reading too many American Horror Story: Hotel recaps (because I'm too scared to watch the actual show). Maybe I've watched one-too-many horror game playthroughs. Considering horror-types of things aren't something I generally write, I'm crossing my fingers and hoping this turns out well! XD

Warning: Blood and gore (not too graphically described yet, but we'll see), swearing, violence, more warnings to be added, AU...

Constructive Criticism would be great and I hope that you read, review and enjoy! XD

The Echo Hotel

Mirania couldn't help but hum a tune as she cleaned up a guest room. It helped to be a nice distraction from all the blood on the ground.

There was a body, too. She should really get some more help. But she'd been ordered to just get all the bedsheets, blankets and pillows for now. The rest of the cleaning would come later.

Folding them up as neatly as she could, she smiled despite the smell of iron all around her. It would be fine. Air freshners helped. Oh, and maybe a little spritz of perfume to add in to that, too. She liked keeping things spick and span, all nice and neat. She could clean up any mess in a jiffy.

That was when she heard a loud thump from outside. She gasped, gathering up the rest of the bedsheets in her arms (she already removed the pillows earlier) and she rushed outside.

She was greeted with the sight of a man, struggling to stand. His wavy, blond hair was stained with blood, and so were his clothes. Several cuts all over his body oozed with blood, and he whimpered, nearly lunging towards her as he managed to cling onto her arm.

"P-please, help me.." He shakily looked behind him. "There is a-a-a monster in my room, i-it attacked me, I..."

"Oh dear." Mirania's eyes went wide. She instinctively wrapped the sheets about him (it would be bad if he got too much blood on the carpet) as she gazed into one eye (the other one, it appeared, was severely damaged). "Sir, I understand your distress...please, let me get you some help."

"You will?" His voice came out in a shaky whisper. "Th-thank..you..please hurry..."

He looked so pale...and all that blood. That wouldn't do. Mirania couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Yes, sir." She responded, gripping the sheets about him a little tighter. "Let me help you."

In one single motion, she pushed him straight into the large, laundry cart, the one used for collecting all the bloodied sheets. A small, wordless shout of protest escaped him as he fell into the bin, a pained groan escaping him.

"Wh-what are—" He tried to climb out of the cart, but he was too weak and any movement he made made him sink further into the sheets. "What—"

She pulled him up, but not to take him out of the large laundry bin.

Instead, she took out a small vial, forcing his mouth open and pouring its contents down his throat. He choked and sputtered, but some of it made its way past his lips, and she let go of him. He coughed—once, twice, thrice, and he collapsed into the bin, a weak little moan escaping him one more time.

Mirania looked down at him softly, a gentle smile on her face, the one she always used for her guests.

"Sir," She spoke, keeping her voice calm and gentle. After all, it was always her duty to maintain such a calm composure. "I'm taking you to get...help, as you requested. Please, feel free to rest. But don't scream please. It would disturb the other guests in the building."

Her demand was met too easily—he was already unconscious by the time she finished speaking.

Smiling a little bit, Mirania went into the room she'd been clearing out, grabbed the blanket, and then came back out, laying it on top of the unconscious, older man so others wouldn't see. Protocol was that if anyone ended up in the laundry bin, she had to make sure no one got a peek of them in there until she transported them to...

"Another one?"

Mirania blinked out of her thoughts, looking up to see a man about her age, maybe a little younger. He was adjusting the eyepatch he had over where he lacked an eye, and he wore a suit that was typical of the hotel staff. Leaning against the wall, he turned his head to look at her quietly.

"Yes, Yurick." Mirania responded, giving him a light smile. "Another one."

Yurick couldn't help but grin slightly, before nodding towards the laundry bin. "I think Dagran's down there right now." He spoke up. "He can take care of him."

"Dagran's on duty this time?" She couldn't help but smile. "I think I recall seeing him flirting with our guest, here, when our guest first checked in. Am I remembering that right?"

"They were flirting, yes. If I go down there later to check on them, it makes me wonder what kind of things I'll hear from them." Yurick responded. He looked to the clock, then to her. "I shouldn't keep you waiting. I'll get Syrenne to help clean the place—that is, if she isn't up to her usual antics again. You go ahead and bring our guest to Dagran. I'll even report to the owner, too. He'll be pleased."

Mirania gave a nod. "Of course." She waved a little at him. "See you later, Yurick."

Yurick gave her a nod. "Later, Mirania." He turned, walking down the hall.

Mirania, meanwhile, looked down at the laundry cart. She lifted the blanket a bit, to take a close look at the older man in there. He looked so restless, even in slumber...but the number of injuries inflicted on him was quite a lot. He might even need some...parts...replaced.

Mirania let a giggle escape her, lowering the blanket before grabbing the handles of the laundry cart.

"You're one lucky guest." She whispered, before pushing the cart down the hall, starting to hum a happy tune again despite the bloodied sheets and bloodied guest in it.