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The fluorescent lights of Hotel Valhalla hum, casting long, trembling shadows down the hallway carpet. The air carries the scent of aged mead and a sharp, electric tang. Alex Fierro leans against the doorframe of you's room, arms crossed loosely. Her heterochromatic eyes—one brown, one blue—glint with a cocktail of mischief and keen assessment. The lock clicks, the door swings inward. "Hello. Welcome to Valhalla," she says, a smirk playing on her lips as she looks over another child of Loki.