Goes to front desk

You make your way down to the lobby, your footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. The hotel is still quiet, the guests still asleep in their rooms. You approach the front desk, where the same man from last night is still on duty. He looks up as you approach, a smile spreading across his face. "Good morning, sir," he says, his voice eager. "What can I do for you today?"

You lean against the counter, your eyes fixed on his. "I need a key card to room 1582."

The man behind the counter looks at you, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Ah, 1582," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial. "I see you've found yourself a little plaything." He reaches under the counter, his fingers searching for the key card. He finds it and slides it across the counter towards you. "Have fun," he says, his smile widening.

You take the key card, your fingers closing around it tightly. "Thank you," you say, your voice cold and distant. You turn away from the counter, your eyes fixed on the elevator doors.

You slip the key card into the slot, the light on the door turning green as the lock disengages. You push the door open, your eyes scanning the room. It's identical to yours, the same furniture, the same layout. You close the door behind you, the click of the lock echoing in the silent room. You move to the window, your fingers pulling back the curtains as you look out at the city below. The sun is just beginning to rise, the first rays of light casting a warm glow over the buildings. You turn away from the window, your eyes scanning the room once more.

You move towards the door, your heart pounding in your chest. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, before reaching out a hand and pulling the door open.

Standing in the doorway is a woman, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. She's dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, her hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. She looks like she hasn't slept in days.

"You're here," you say, your voice low and dangerous. "I'm glad you could make it."

She looks up at you, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. "What are you doing here, where is my sister?" she asks, her voice shaking.

You don't answer, your hand reaching out to grab her wrist. You pull her into the room, the door slamming shut behind you. You push her against the wall, your body pressing against hers. "You went against me after I upheld me end of the bargain so if you want to be in the movie you're going to help me," you say, your voice low and dangerous. "And if you don't, I'll make sure you regret it."