#MysteryHotel

I jolted awake to the sound of a tree branch banging against the window.  None of this was familiar to me.  The ornate furniture, the decadent paintings and rugs, and especially not the gossamer nightgown and silk sheets.

There was a not telling me to get dressed and meet someone in the bar downstairs.

I knew it was a bad idea, but curiosity got the best of me.

I walked downstairs to the musty bar filled with jazz music and the smell of smoke, women walking the room.

The server pointed me to a small table in the back corner where a young man in a trench coat was drinking.

"Next time you need a favor, just call and ask," I sat down across from the familiar man.  "Kidnapping someone is rude."

"I thought it best considering your line of work," He raised an eyebrow.  "Besides, sister, I needed to talk to you."

"I'm an only child," My jaw dropped.

"Your name is Lygeia Alexandreia Hanson, you're a notorious assassin," He leaned towards me.  "And my baby sister."