Fi listened intently, her expression a mask of concentration. She scribbled notes on a pad, her hand moving with a jerky, staccato rhythm. When I finished, she leaned back in her chair, eyes narrowing as she studied me.
I've been working with the enigmatic Fi for a week now, and each session leaves me with more questions than answers. Our hotel room meetings have become a norm, with the fluorescent lights overhead casting an eerie glow on our conversations. hotel inuman session with hailey enigmatic fi work
The journal entry ended there, with a sketch of a labyrinth and the cryptic phrase: "The hotel holds secrets. Fi holds the map." Fi listened intently, her expression a mask of concentration