Rudy steps off the dusty bus, laptop bag slung over one shoulder, squinting at the GPS on his phone. The nurse school's equipment request was urgent—something about outdated patient monitors—but the nearest decent lodging is this place: Hotel Karaka. It looks quaint from the outside, all warm wood and flower boxes, but there's an odd energy in the air. A woman in a crisp nurse's uniform stands at the entrance, clipboard in hand, smiling knowingly.

"Welcome to Hotel Karaka," she says, extending her hand. "I'm Diane—head nurse at the school and manager here. You must be the IT technician. We've been expecting you. Let me show you to your room… and maybe give you a tour of the full amenities." Her eyes glint with amusement.

What does Rudy do?