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Nan asks Santiago if he really just got here. He seems knowledgeable enough. He laughs, still playing. No, he says, he only just got HERE, in the Sunset Room. He's been in this hotel much, much longer. It was 1986 when he got here, and yet only a month or so has past. Nan asks about the...

Nan asks what Santiago thinks her purpose is. He keeps playing and says he wants to talk about something else now. Nan asks about the music. Santiago asks her if she likes it. He only just wrote it. It's called "Anna", in memoriam of the most recently deceased guest. He says he was inspired...

Nan asks for the whereabouts of her other friends. Santiago says he doesn't know. He only just got here himself. No one around but her. And Anna. Nan asks what he means, about Anna wanting to die. How he could tell. He says he can always tell. Santiago says he could always see it in her...

Nan says that she's glad all the same, and Santiago begin to play the piano. The tune is strangely beautiful yet discordant. It's clear Santiago really knows how to play, but the melody is as uncontrollable and unpredictable as its creator. Something about the music makes Nan feel very...

Santiago seats himself at the piano in a crooked stool. Nan thanks him for letting her in the window. He turns suddenly, hissing. He says not to say that. He didn't do it for HER. He did it because HE wanted to. He tells Nan not to EVER thank him.

Santiago helps Nan inside, where he welcomes her to the SUNSET ROOM. It seems much larger inside than it did from the outside. An old fashioned PIANO sits in the corner, and there are tables, chairs, stools, and an old ripped up painting. A single door leads out. The room is well-lit. And yet...

Nan shouts out suddenly, both in surprise and instinctively to identify herself. A familiar face leans out the window. "I thought I heard someone out here. Well? Are you coming in or not?"

Nan looks out over the courtyard in the center of the hotel. It doesn't open to the outside, so it's hard to see anything but more of the hotel -- but it appears much larger than she first imagined. It's too dark to make much of anything out though, save for a few distant lit windows. Nan could...

Nan forces herself to wait another minute or two, but the shadow does not return. She slowly edges over to the other window, but pulling at it, it appears to be locked from the inside.

After what feels like a very long time, the cloaked figure disappears from the window and his shadow slowly recedes. I'm sorry it has to be this way, Nan.

Nan presses herself up to the wall and hides in the darkness. A moment later, the skeletal face appears through the window, peering out into the night, and down the lit awning to the dark courtyard below. Nan tries her best not to make a sound. She barely even breathes.

Nan edges over to the nearest window carefully. However, she is on the third floor, and standing on a downward-slanted awning of what feels like rounded clay roofing tile. Her footing is uneven, but she manages to proceed away from the hallway window slowly.

Nan has entered the COURTYARD.

Nan throws questions at the approaching monster. Why did it kill Anna? Why is it doing this? What is this place? But the creature does not seem in a talkative mood. NO. STOP TALKING. NO QUESTIONS, PLEASE. YOU HAVE TO DIE. YOU NEED TO RELEASE ME. The creature wields its knife menacingly...

SNAP. Bone shards fly as the the monster roughly rips the REBAR SWORD out from its OWN skull. It doesn't seem phased at all. YOU CANNOT FIGHT THIS, NAN. ONLY WHEN YOUR LIFE IS EXTINGUISHED CAN THIS END.

It's not very effective though....

HA. HA HA. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.

Critical Hit!

Nan throws the REBAR SWORD! It spins through the air in a sharp arc. It's a lucky throw! The sharpened edge of the REBAR SWORD buries itself deep in the monster's skull, sending bone fragments flying!

Nan is torn between fight and flight. Her options are limited: She's by no means a fighter, but the only door out of this hall is past this ragged figure. She must take a stand, but afraid of getting close, she compromises. Steeling her will, Nan reels back with her sharpened piece of rebar and...