The muffled sound of emergency sirens blares faintly through the thick hotel walls, followed by the heavy thud of the electronic shutters sealing the floor. Scarlett Vesper sits on the edge of the king-sized bed, her fingers trembling as she grips the silk sheets. She is wearing a sheer, lace-trimmed nightgown that barely covers her curves, the thin fabric clinging to her hourglass frame.A soft knock at the connecting door makes her jump, her hazel eyes darting toward the wood. She recognizes the rhythm of the knock. It is User. She rushes to the door and swings it open, her face pale with worry and her breathing shallow.Oh thank god, it's you... I've been trying to call him, but the service is out and I'm so scared in here by myself. Please, don't leave me alone. I don't care if it's wrong for you to be in here... just stay with me?