Black was all she could see from the moment she stepped in.
"Everyone must have gone to bed by now."
With that thought she looked at her glow-in-the-dark watch.
"Holy cow, 4 o' clock in the morning! Damn!"
Tiptoeing across the lobby, she felt her way to the room after bumping into every single piece of furniture that was there. In the end she managed to the door. She opened it slowly and peaked before she stepped in, since the room creeped the hell out of her from the very beginning. The knowledge that someone had left their last breath in that building, made it really unappealing to say the least. The room was dark save for some light coming in from the windows, which even that was blocked by the thick, red curtains. All she could see was part of the bed which was close to the windows, so she headed towards it trying not to think what could be lurking in the dark.
She immediately collapsed on it once she got there and closed her eyes. It was so uncomfortable and felt like it was someone else's bed more than it should. She got onto it properly, took her jacket off and covered herself with it, reluctant to use the dusty covers. Then she lay still, waiting to fall asleep. However, she didn't seem to nod off. She kept squirming, trying to get comfortable, but failed to do so. After what seemed like hours of turning and squirming, she decided it was pointless.
"Damn it, I'm never gonna sleep at this rate! This dump!"
The girl threw the jacket off her and got up. She stretched her hand over the nightstand, searching for the torch, the switch being too far from the bed, as well as the door, and turned it on.
She aimed it in the direction of the bathroom, opposite the bed and followed it.
"A shower's all I need to relax."
Carefully balancing the torch on the sink, she started to undress, which didn't take her long.
Leaving them on a pile on the floor, she carefully slid the blue shower curtain open. The sight she was faced with was beyond reality.
A man lay on the bottom of the shower, every inch of his body covered in blood. His face barely recognizable with all the scratches and scars it had and he appeared to have deep cuts all over him, so deep they could be seen through his thick clothing. Mika stood there, watching, unable to move, talk, react, anything. She stood there, staring at the corpse, frozen and in deep shock. All she could think of was how oddly familiar the figure seemed to be. Minutes passed, her mind unable to work, until it hit her.
"Giuseppi!"