The rain lashed against the grimy window of Adia's small apartment, mimicking the storm brewing inside her. The doctor's words echoed in her mind: "Three million dollars." An impossible sum.

She paced the cramped living room, the worn rug soft beneath her bare feet. Addison, her little sister, lay still and pale in the next room, battling an enemy Adia couldn't see. Leukemia.

Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. It was Cora, her lifeline. "Got a job for you, Adia. Part-time, evenings. Hotel work. It's not much, but it's a start." A start. Adia clutched the phone, a flicker of desperate hope igniting within her.

The next evening, dressed in a borrowed uniform, Adia stepped into the glittering lobby of the prestigious hotel. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the murmur of hushed conversations. This world was a stark contrast to her own, a world of effortless luxury she could only glimpse. She was a ghost here, invisible, just another face in the service industry.

But as she navigated the opulent corridors, a strange sensation prickled her skin. A sense of being watched, an unsettling familiarity in the shadows. She dismissed it as nerves, a side effect of her desperate situation. Little did she know, the shadows held secrets far darker than any she could imagine, and her quiet, desperate life was about to collide with a power she couldn't comprehend.