The day started of as a normal day. The sun produced beams of 24 C° on a quiet sleep little town- no wait. That's wrong! Only in the last week, a company calling themselves "U.D.H.S.A" had started making a hotel efficiently. Now, they said they were almost done and ready to hand it over but needed to test how people liked it. They sent out letters to some talented teenagers across Japan and other nations. And with that 17 teenagers arrived at the scene 3 and a quarter hours later. One of the 17 was called Nahiru Diesmu. Nahiru was there because the people behind U.D.H.S.A had chosen him for his skills. So he had been given the title of UHL (Ultimate Hotel Level) Bad Luck. Luck for Nahiru was all the bad things with a smidge of good. It was like he was good luck but the bad luck kept rolling him over with a truck. Multiple times. Every. Single. Day. So to Nahiru, Luck was as welcome as death. It just depended on whether he wanted it or not. The metallic door slurred open. No one moved a inch. So Diesmu was curious. The door looked a bit jaggered and wonky. He stepped through the same. Their was a magnificent entrance hall. Beautiful couchs. Lovely bookcases.
To bad that soon the place would be splattered with blood.
Exploring the hall, he found nearly nothing. Just a few simple armchairs with weird notes on them. A small box was neatly tucked away behind one of the bookcases. Nothing really-
*SLASH*
He was suddenly lying in one of the couchs with his head facing slightly upwards. A single blade stuck out of his body like a dart. Above him a shale floated as he slowly drained of his blood through the hole. To bad he didn't notice the other holes across his sides. He would be dead in moments. A fitting death for the UHL Bad Luck. As Nahiru slowly died of blood loss he heard a few words.
"To bad you couldn't play my game correctly. Now watch your friends suffer."
Then, just like that - he was dead.
The rest of the students outside waited for Diesmu to return. After a while they got bored. They opened the doors wider and stepped inside. Masked people rushed to the door and stabbed them with needles filled with a pinkish red liquid. Some of them instantly dropped to the floor. Other saw them fall and tried to resist whatever they were injected with. Soon enough though, all 17 students were on the floor. But only 1 of them were dead.