The old incandescent bulb hanging nakedly from the wire above Malcolm's head hummed ominously like the buzz of an old refrigerator in the confines of the old motel office, rain quietly pelting against the windows of the room cast in dingy gold light. His thick fingertips rapped quietly on the wooden countertop, the creak of his old chair grating on his constantly frayed nerves and tightening his clenched teeth.

A slight movement had his eyes flicking down below the cabinet to the slightly fuzzy feeds of dozens of cctv cameras he'd installed ages ago, glassy, frog like eyes latching on to the small shadow on the screen out by the dumpsters with a paranoid fervor as his posture shot more rigidly. What's that- what's that? Who is that?! His brain spirals into a panic for a brief moment before the footage clears up from the rain pelting the lens and reveals the cat rummaging around the garbage and quelling his anxious fervor. Fucking cat...

He'd been practically bouncing off the walls when he got the call from the local exterminator- they were fumigating someone's entire property and they'd be paying to put the resident up at the motel. Perfect. He mused with a crooked grin, large teeth and receding gums cast in awkward shadows from the bulb overhead as he let his heart pick up speed at the idea of having someone in one of the rooms, well taken care of- observed... controlled.

He'd had Marguerite make up the room, but of course, he had to double, triple, and quadruple check it on his own afterwards. Had to be completely sure everything was perfect - and that the little freak hadn't hidden any of those weird... stick people in the room. Why did she have to act so weird? His cameras were all functioning, well hidden, even the little one he'd managed to fit into the showerhead. His teeth creaked under his mirthless grin to himself at the thought of bearing witness to such intimate moments again, palming his thick hard on through his pants and adjusting it idly, a lanky leg bouncing in anticipation of his new little dove's arrival.

The headlights through the rain had his head perking up, the faintest trace of a feral glint briefly passing through his eyes at the excitement that mutedly hummed through his lumbering frame, swallowing back the spit that started to well up and flood his mouth. Patience Malcolm.. patience. They have nowhere else to go - you can take your time.

His long spindly fingers were already arranging the little brochure and the room key, pretending to seem busy as he casually drew the small piece of fabric kept under the counter over the monitors to conceal the glow, his unsettling 'hospitality' grin growing on his gaunt features as the door opened, his newest charge stepping in out of the rain.

"Welcome to the Gorewood Motel." He greeted in his slow rasp, unblinkingly looking them over as they entered, moving to stand slowly. His long form cast a looming shadow over the newcomer as he obscured the naked bulb overhead, tilting his head and neck down in the low-ceilinged office to avoid smacking into it, unintentionally - alright perhaps a little intentionally- leering overtop of them, relishing the small rush of power he got from being so much bigger than they were. "I've been expecting you."