Forest Dweller
You open the door and walk inside. It seems normal- or it would to anyone who knew a human world. You wander up to the person at the counter.
"May I help you?" In front of you is a man that looks to be around the age of 40. He has gray hair coming out of his ears, head, nose... his voice sounds oddly mechanical. You notice that other people have turned and are now looking at you. Their movements mimic poorly made robots... or perhaps puppets. It's starting to creep you out. You notice that the entire hotel has been stained by blood- every few feet is a barely visable bloodstain.
"May I help you?" In front of you is a man that looks to be around the age of 40. He has gray hair coming out of his ears, head, nose... his voice sounds oddly mechanical. You notice that other people have turned and are now looking at you. Their movements mimic poorly made robots... or perhaps puppets. It's starting to creep you out. You notice that the entire hotel has been stained by blood- every few feet is a barely visable bloodstain.