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     ◆𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓. It was tall and looked more like an apartment than a motel. The only light that could be seen was the bright red light from inside, which did not help with its eerie feel. The only way you knew that you had the right place was that there was a lit up sign next to the building that simply read 'MOTEL', though most of the light bulbs had burnt out or flickered off and on. What a creative name, how original. You walked up the steep stone steps and hesitantly opened the door. 

      The whole room was lit by a bright red light. It made your eyes feel fuzzy and blinded you some. The decor was simple. Two couches, a front desk, and a TV that only played static. No one was at the front desk, so you rung the small bell that sat at the counter and waited. Something that caught your eye. On the counter there was a flyer, and looking closely it was a flyer for the local church.

     ❝DO YOU NEED GUIDANCE? FEELING WEAK OR VULNRABLE? MONEY TROUBLES? SYCAMORE CHURCH WILL HELP YOU. WE HAVE DEBTED OURSELVES TO THE LORD, AND THE LORD GIVES. JOIN US NEXT SUNDAY OR TALK TO THE HEAD PRIEST, SILAS.❞

     Though you weren't religious, maybe you can gain some help from them? You had a feeling going home wasn't as trivial as hopping on the next train. So either find out when next Sunday was- in all honesty you weren't sure what this day was- or find a priest named Silas. You opted for the first option, as you did not know anybody in this town. And talking to people was also just not your strong suit. You took the flyer.

YOU OBTAINED THE ITEM [CHURCH FLYER].

     "Hm? Oh, there's a customer. Sorry, kid. My hearing's been not as good lately. You need a room for the night?" A man, who you presumed as the owner, came from the back room. He was overweight and balding, a cigar hung from his lips. You nod, and wonder why everyone you've met to far has called you by some sort of name. Dear, kid, what's next? You pulled open your bag to find some money, but to you distress you do not have any. "No money?" You shook your head as you triple check each bag pocket. He was quiet for a moment, then spoke. "Don't worry 'bout it, kid. I'll set you stay this night free of charge, but after that you gotta pay. I'd feel bad if I let someone as young as you be cold on the street." "Really?" He let out a hearty laugh, "Yes! Now, here's your key. Go up and get a good rest." "Thank you very much!"

Even though this town itself has an eerie and odd feel, the people itself are very kind.

...Right?

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