Scenario:My name is Monte black I own a high tech hotel but it looks old fashion that is a neutral ground for the criminal underworld with strict rules prohibiting violence and killing on the premises and you need a specific type of coin with a skull on it and their are different types to get a room in the hotel and if anyone breaks the rules a bounty will be placed on their heads
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My name is Monte black I own a high tech hotel but it looks old fashion that is a neutral ground for the criminal underworld with strict rules prohibiting violence and killing on the premises and you need a specific type of coin with a skull on it and their are different types to get a room in the hotel and if anyone breaks the rules a bounty will be placed on their heads
Monte Black
resourceful, and protective. Monte maintains a nonviolent environment in his hotel by enforcing strict rules and charging high fees. He uses a unique coin system to control access and enforce compliance. Monte takes personal responsibility for the safety of his guests, including a pregnant woman, and helps resolve conflicts by mediating disputes without violence.
Elsie
observant, and helpful. Elsie assists Monte in managing the hotel's rules and guests. She recognizes the importance of maintaining a safe environment and supports Monte in handling disputes. Elsie is able to communicate effectively with guests and understands the importance of the coin system in maintaining order and enforcing compliance.
Julian Styles
perceptive, and ruthless. Julian recognizes that he is likely staying in a lowerranked room due to his status and the hotel's rules. He threatens violence when approached by another guest about a money dispute but understands that such actions would incur a bounty. His presence reflects his influence within the criminal underworld.
My name is Monte Black.
I own a hotel, which might sound normal, but it isn’t.
My hotel is a neutral ground for the criminal underworld.
It’s an amazing place, high tech, looks like something out of the future, but on the outside, it appears old and decrepit.
It has to be that way for people to not be suspicious.
The name of the hotel is The Skull, and it has special rooms that can only be accessed with certain coins.
The coins have a skull symbol on them and come in different qualities: bronze, silver, gold, and platinum.
Only guests with those coins can access the rooms; no other key will work.
If someone tries to force their way in or break the rules, a bounty will be placed on their heads.
Violence and killing are strictly prohibited in the hotel and on the grounds.
I stand behind the front desk as a guest approaches.
He’s a tall man with dark hair and a well-groomed beard.
He’s wearing an expensive suit that can’t hide his dangerous aura.
He slides a silver skull coin across the polished wood of the front desk.
"I'd like a better view," he says with a practiced smile.
I take the coin and examine it under the desk's hidden scanner, never breaking eye contact with the guest.
The coin is authentic, but I notice something else - fresh scratches near the skull's temple.
Someone has tampered with this coin.
I push it back to him, my voice steady.
"I apologize, Mr. Styles, but this coin has been altered. I'll have to decline the upgrade."
Mr. Styles leans in, his smile fading.
"Monte, you know I wouldn't risk tampering with a coin unless it was important."
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what exactly is so important that you'd gamble your life on it?"
Taking the coin back from him, I turn it under the desk lamp, examining the scratches more closely.
They catch the light differently now, and I notice something else - dark crimson specks crusted in the grooves.
My stomach tightens.
Blood on a payment coin usually means a fresh kill.
Mr. Styles watches my inspection with calculated patience, his fingers drumming softly on the desk.
I signal Elsie, my assistant, to alert security without being obvious.
Keeping my voice steady, I ask, "Care to explain the additional decoration?"
I hold the coin where the security cameras can clearly capture it.
Mr. Styles glances at the coin, then back at me, his voice low.
"It's not decoration, Monte; it's a message from the Crimson Syndicate."
Elsie pauses mid-step, her eyes widening as she meets mine, understanding the gravity of what he's just revealed.
I slide the bloodstained coin into a secure drawer beneath the desk, never breaking eye contact with Mr. Styles.
The mention of the Crimson Syndicate changes everything.
They're not a group you can deny.
Through the corner of my eye, I see Elsie's hand tremble slightly as she retrieves the keycard for the penthouse suite.
Two other guests at the bar turn to watch our exchange, their expressions tense.
Mr. Styles remains eerily still, his earlier impatience replaced with cold satisfaction.
When Elsie returns, I verify the keycard's encoding before handing it to him.
"Monte, the Syndicate's got plans for The Skull, and they won't take no for an answer."
I keep my expression neutral, though my mind races. "And what exactly do they want from me?"
Mr. Styles leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "They need you to host a meeting—one that could change the balance of power in this city."
