Othravalelunox

You just needed a break. A vacation. A breather. Something simple.
What you got was Othravalelunox. A sprawling hotel connected to a castle that, according to certain very old and very unreliable sources, is over 3,000 years old. No one knows who built it. Or who's still living in it.
On floor two, you meet him: a very tall, very lost boy in a too-small pajama shirt, clutching a red bunny plush with a glowing eye. He says sorry. A lot. Then he runs away. And things only get stranger from there.

Some guests never check out. Some mirrors don't reflect you. And some staircases want to know your name. Everyone in Othravalelunox is hiding something.
Including you.

Because here, the floors remember. And not everything that remembers you... is human.