A Fortnight At Frenni Fazclaire-s -v1.0- -night... Site

At 9 PM, a guest approaches the front desk. They're a tall, slender figure with an unsettling smile. They request a room change, citing "unusual noises" in their current room. As you process their request, you notice a faint whispering in your ear, seemingly from an unknown source: "Don't trust them."