Hotel Arc - 2

One of the groups of under the scarred men went to the reception area hoping to gain control of the area and effectively use the people and tourists to blackmail the police

The leader of the group, gripping his assault rifle, pushed open the doors to the grand reception hall. The sight that greeted them was perplexing. The lavish space meant to be bustling with guests and staff was eerily empty. Not a single soul occupied the plush sofas, and the polished marble floor reflected only the dim emergency lighting.

Confused, the group leader approached the scarred man, who was now standing in the centre of the deserted reception hall. "Boss," the leader hesitated, "there's no one here. The whole place is empty."

The scarred man's forehead creased with a deep frown. "Empty? How is that possible? Did they evacuate everyone?"

The group leader shook his head, "I don't know, sir. It's like everyone vanished. Even the receptionist is gone."

The scarred man, a man accustomed to control and pr