Prologe

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The Royal Osborn hotel on the outskirts of London, the finest in Britain was home to many high profile visitors and praised for its service and pure history, but would never be prepared for the upcoming events.

The floor boards of the dimly lit South staircase creaked and jolted, the tall, thin, man hidden by a thick, black, cloak crept down the staircase blood dripping from the knife he was wielding in is left hand. Suddenly voices came from the seemingly never ending corridor. A lady catching a glimpse of the clocked man as he fled out the balcony, she ran to get the manager, but as she came darting back the assailant fled into the darkness of the night.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 28, 2015 ⏰

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