The hotel ran out of power in a while.
These mutant beasts were particularly sensitive to light.
In the darkness, fear could be amplified; it could hide dangers as well as bring them.
Gregory Lawrence returned to his room, clinging to the doorframe, tears almost falling, "Do you really not need me to stay with you?"
Hannah leaned against the door, shaking her head, "No need."
Gregory Lawrence pretended to wipe his tears, "You're really heartless."
Hannah closed the door.
Gregory Lawrence was startled, looked around, and the hallway was very dark.
There was only a faint layer of moonlight, barely enough to see by.
He hurried back to his room and locked the door.
That night, the quieter it was, the more unsettling it felt.
...
Nothing happened overnight.
The next day as soon as it was bright, the commotion started again downstairs.
It wasn't the people in the hotel causing the commotion; it was the people on the street.