The Troubles Inside Lyca's Mind

"Jorge, wait up!" Lyca shouted as she climbed the stairs. Jorge was at the top of the stairs holding his gun. He was panting hard, his face flushed and sweaty. They were in pursuit of a shadow they could not recognize. Who is this man? Why won't he give up? He waited at the back of the door for Lyca to catch up. She, too, ran out of breath, but she was persistent enough to deal with their unknown adversary.

At the top of the stairs, Lyca signaled to Jorge that she would back him up if he would barge in. Jorge counted with his finger, and at the count of three, he forcefully opened the door at the top floor level of the building and aimed their gun at the surrounding's emptiness. A multicolored neon light near the top of an iron structure flashes the word "Palindrome Hotel." The night was still, and all one could hear was the faint echo of a siren from a distance.