The Journalist
She stepped out onto the jetty, a small bag slung over her shoulder. looking up at the impressive building before her, gothic architecture offsetting it’s silhouette against the dark sky. Rain hammering down as it often did nowadays, rain seeping into her clothes, she pulled her jacket around her and made her way towards the building. She was nervous, spending years studying to become a journalist she never expected to end up trying to sneak into some hotel. But here she was, about to step inside to see if she could find out what was really going on in this strange place. It had only been open for a few months but it seemed to have become quite the talking point, the city's elite were already quite used to decadence seemed to have found something more here. Early reports had painted it as some sort of relaxation center, the guests having quite a buzz about it, but none willing to talk about what happened here. As time went on the place only got stranger, some would simply not com