I've trekked for many days and nights to find here, a place of mystery and miracles. Many travelers and locals say it's cursed. Though I have my doubts, I keep their warnings in mind.
I approached the well-dressed man at the dock and tapped on his shoulder. "To the hotel, I presume?" I nod to the ferryman. He gestured to his small boat, and we climbed in.
The trip took half an hour in total, and in that time I conversed with the elderly man. His name is Aldous Vanderboom, and he has lived in this town for his entire life. The boat arrived on shore and we entered the extravagant building.
In the lobby, there were guests calling for drinks. A young employee rushed in with a tray full of cocktails. As he handed them out, Aldous gave him a sympathetic look. He hastily gave me one and rushed back into what I assume is the kitchen.
Aldous coughed politely, "How many nights are you staying?" "Two." I replied.
"$300 including room service and dinners."He stared at me expectantly.
I passed over the money, and in turn he gave me my room keys.
"Floor 2, Room 1. Don't forget." I turn to the elevator, but he stops me.
"Just don't be late for dinner, alright?"
