Serafina hadn't the faintest idea what she would find behind the heavy hotel door, nor could she fathom why anyone would take such a fascination with her, of all things. The very thought of it caused her lips to press together firmly as she slid the keycard in her hand through the lock beside the hotel door. The LED light flashed green and immediately, Serafina's fingers reached for the handle as she shoved the door open. The young witch paused just upon the threshold, the very silence of the room was unnerving and yet....maybe in some ways it was better to not walk in on some unsuspecting person...or worse, an unsuspecting family. Her nose twitched in distaste as she opened the door for her familiar to follow her. Already the witch had returned her attention to the task at hand, the woman entirely inclined to use the absence of the room's inhabitants to her advantage. After all, finding something might at least provide clues for when they did have to face this man who seemed so keen on her. Her stormy gaze swept over the hotel suite, her fingers gingerly brushing across the closet door, pushing it open to eye the neatly pressed suits within. Maybe her stalker was a businessman of some kind? She'd certainly taken advantage of many of those of the years.

She continued through the room, her hand pressing against the bathroom door. It slowly swung open on well-oiled hinges, presenting the girl with the very last thing she expected to find. A body. A very dead body. A dead...bloody body. Her stormy gaze never once left the body in front of her as she called to her companion, only to add in an afterthought that...maybe they shouldn't touch anything. Those words no sooner left her lips then she withdrew her own hand from the door. The less evidence the two women left of their presence, the better, she was sure. Raven's reaction, admittedly, was hardly different from her own - both witch and were stunned into a momentary silence at where this trail had led them. It was only the sound of Raven's voice that drew Serafina's gaze from the body in front of her. Tentatively, she reached for the paper she was offered, her manicured fingers holding it gently as if it was somehow infected. A small frown traced her features as she stared at the peculiar letters printed upon it. They were definitely not English and Serafina was certain they weren't runes of any kind of magic she practiced. "It looks....like....Russian or something?" She inquired, turning the paper upside down as if that might somehow make sense of a language she hardly comprehended.

Slowly, Serafina's gaze turned upwards towards the shattered mirror as Raven stepped closer towards the body. "Be careful not to leave fingerprints." She uttered softly as her companion reached out for the knife. The witch, however, was far more attentive to that blood trail that Raven had pointed out, the woman eying it as it led towards the window opposite of the room. How...curious. Her attention darted back towards her familiar as Raven offered her a vague shrug - one that Serafina couldn't help but return with a lift of her own shoulders. This whole thing was becoming...weirder by the second. Raven's inquiry of his ghost however, caused Serafina's head to shake ever so slightly, her ebony locks shifting around her features as she did so. In fact...it was rather...odd, all things considered. "His ghost isn't here...which either means he didn't have any unfinished business in this realm and crossed over to the afterlife. Unlikely. Or...his ghost is stalking his killer..." It was both probable and distinctly unhelpful, as far as Serafina was concerned. At the very least though, it meant she'd recognize the ghost and the man...if she saw him. "We should get out of here before housecleaning comes...if they haven't already reported the crime. I mean....at least there's no one paying for pictures of me anymore...I guess." Serafina shoved the slip of paper Raven found in her pocket. Although this mystery was no longer pressing...she fully intended to see what the strange letters translated to all the same, some enigmas were too great for Serafina not to prod at.

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