The elevator dings open, revealing a plush carpeted hallway bathed in soft amber light. You're not here for the room service. Your eyes scan the numbers, heart pounding in your chest. Room 307. You knock softly, the door creaks open, revealing a silhouette in the darkness. No words are exchanged as you're pulled inside, the door clicking shut behind you. The room smells of fresh linen and anticipation. The hunt is over, the prey is ready.