Behind the dark rims of a pair of glasses, Robbi Wren fixes her gaze on the small road ahead. The arid desert surrounding the vehicle almost matches the colour of her hair as the sun sets on the horizon. As the car makes its way through the corners, it leaves a fine trail of sand that fades with the distance. At the end of said road, a series of small wooden lodges surround a rocky mountain’s slope. Neatly arranged and similar in shape and size, except for one of them. Significantly bigger in size and with a Hotel sign, already lit by green neons. The complex extends beyond the skirt of the mountain, at first glance one can make out the building is at least four stories high. Quite the unusual sight given how remotely its located, but Robbi can only imagine the kind of views her room may have. Her excitement grows as she parks the car in front of the hotel, and is quickly greeted by the valet. The star treatment that marks the beginning of her much deserved vacation. Robbi is more than
