The night just became younger than ever. Thirty seconds to Christmas.
The street leading to room 204 was white and devoid of heat, with 'Silent Night' sounding from a corner store.
The cats in the alley were peaceful, sharing a bowl of hot milk placed by a young beautiful girl, clothed in a ghostly blue gown, and had brown curly hair.
Room 204 was just a few steps away, its splendor radiating the whole six-story building, one of the best structures in the whole of the west of London.
The light went out at eleven, leaving the fiery light of Room 204's backup generator, glistening on the slowly falling snow.
The door to room 204 just got opened, by armed men.
The sound of boney M's 'Daddy Cool' blasting from the stereo close to the bar; a sweaty glass of whiskey on the counter, with the popular labeled bottle 'Walker'
The armed men looked down and saw blood on the floor of room 204, and they followed the trail. They saw a little girl with short hair seated at the corner, covered in blood, and to their right, another girl but a bit matured than the other in the same condition.
Before the armed men could grasp the situation, their heads were already on the display like the others before them.
The door slid open again, then it struck twelve. Then a lady in a grotesque outfit, appeared behind the man that entered and whispered, 'Welcome to Room 204'
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