Everyone has heard of me, the Cecil Hotel, but I know most of you had forgotten until Elisa Lam. She was my most prized possession, and I am aware of the uproar I caused. How can a building cause such chaotic emotion, fear, suffering, and death? Now you're entering what it feels like to be The Cecil Hotel, itself. I don't have any answers for you, but I do have questions and a labyrinth of adventures