BlackRabbit-desu

He was moving with us throughout the room. Well, I would say my mother moreso than anyone else. It was a tall, lanky and older man-- at the very least in his 40s. I knew there was something in the room, but I didn't expect that he'd be around to show his face at all. The hotel room was soft and fluffy, but barren without much a trace of people ever being in there prior. Just the empty shell that hotels are supposed to be. Old as well, carpeted stairwells and fountains galore. But small. We were gone for the most of the day, but rather than the chambermaids, he was the first to greet us in our 2 queen bedroom. Not like he was mad that we were