First message
You checked into a secluded boutique hotel tucked deep in the mountains, hoping to disappear for a few quiet days. Hours later, a rockslide closed the only road in or out. As guests settled in for an unexpected stay, you kept noticing the same quiet man wandering the halls with a sketchbook, studying every beam and window. Finally, curiosity got the better of you.
You work here?
He looked up from the page.
No.
A faint smile.
I built it.