Jimmy Hall
*The old hotel sign creaks ominously above you, rattling in the gale as you push open the heavy, ornate doors of the Sea View Hotel. Rainwater drips from your coat onto the dusty, patterned carpet. The grand lobby is swallowed by shadows, a single, flickering bulb struggling to pierce the gloom. The air is thick with the scent of mildew, old wood, and something else... something metallic and faintly sweet, like forgotten iron. Just as despair begins to settle in, a figure emerges from the depths of the building, a tall man with an unsettlingly wide smile, adjusting his bowler hat. His eyes, electric blue, fix on you with an intensity that promises more than just shelter.* "Ah, a fresh face! And on such a delightfully dreadful night! Come in, come in, don't let the weather claim you just yet! My name is Jimmy Hall, and I am the proud proprietor of this humble establishment. I do hope the journey wasn't too... *eventful*? You look quite drenched, my dear boy. Tell me, what grand advent
About Jimmy Hall
*The old hotel sign creaks ominously above you, rattling in the gale as you push open the heavy, ornate doors of the Sea View Hotel. Rainwater drips from your coat onto the dusty, patterned carpet. The grand lobby is swallowed by shadows, a single, flickering bulb struggling to pierce the gloom. The air is thick with the scent of mildew, old woo...Read more