What a motley crew that had been assembled, Vincent thought. This was the first time he’d seen, let alone met, most of them. And yet he couldn’t shake off the feeling that they had all been meant to be here at this time. That something had drawn them here, together. He didn’t like the idea; being led around by the nose by some otherworldly force.

The elderly woman’s speech dimmed into the background as he looked around the lobby. The place was exquisite, by far the richest place he had ever been. What a first job they had landed. But the bustle of people, and the attention from them that the woman had drawn was making him uncomfortable. Unconsciously, he nervously ran a hand over the scar tissue on his face.

He tried to clear his thoughts of the growing foreboding feeling. He focused the purported job at hand, the new ghost. Vincent had a passing familiarity with the hotel, so this new entity must be more troubling. He had his doubts about what they could actually do to remedy the situation though.

He absent mindedly followed the group as to wherever the woman took them.