Leaning back in her office chair, Rooh groaned, stretching her arms over her head. With a big huff of air, she righted herself, her hands automatically coming to rest on the keyboard in front of her, although there was nothing for her to write. The only sound in her little room was the air conditioning and the squeaky chair.

On the desk in front of her, multiple screens flipped through different camera angles, the feed continuously refreshing every 10 seconds, showing the time in the lower right-hand corner as 2:35am. The hotel was abandoned, undergoing a massive rehaul as the new owner redesigned the floor plan. Rooh could see tarps and paint buckets with ladders on nearly every floor, which only added to the boredom she felt. Being alone in a ten-story building at night was equal parts disturbing and mind numbing, and since the view never changed, Rooh found herself getting restless.