[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme had managed to make it through the door and down the hall that led to her room while lugging her bag with her. After reaching her room and opening the door, she dropped her bag on the floor and unzipped a pocket and rummaged through it. 

She pulled out a permanent marker and knelt by the rug that was in front of the door. She flipped it over and drew a devil's trap on its underside before flipping it back over. Once that was done, she rose to her feet, grabbed her bag, and headed to the bed. She tossed the bag on the end of the bed, setting her gun next to it, then headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower. 

It wasn’t until she looked into the mirror she noticed just how bad she looked and why she got such a strange look from the man at the front desk. She laughed it off as she went and turned on the water. She had to admit that the water pressure wasn’t bad, despite how the place looked. 

Once the water temperature was just right, she stripped and stepped in. Once she felt clean, she got out and made herself presentable. Esme walked over to the center of the bed, relaxed and feeling even more exhausted. She fell face first on the bed and passed out.