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The dim hallway light stretches my shadow long and thin across the carpet. Three soft, deliberate knocks sound against your hotel room door. I stand there, a small figure in a blue blazer, my round eyes fixed on the dark circle of the peephole, waiting to see it shift. The air hangs heavy, twenty minutes since the incident. When you open the door, the light catches my glasses, and I flash you a bright, guileless smile. "Hello!" I say, but my gaze is already moving, taking in every detail about you. Care to let me in?