Hallorann Enters Hell The front door was slightly open.

Hallorann slipped inside, the cold clinging to his skin.

Everything was silent.

Too silent.

And then, pain.

Something struck him in the head.

Hallorann collapsed to his knees, dizzy, warm blood running down his neck.

—Ah… damn it…

He forced himself to look up.

Jack watched him from the shadows.

Smiling.

And in his hand, the roque mallet.

—You can’t save them —Jack whispered.

Hallorann clenched his fists.

—Watch me try.

Sixth Part: The Last Hallway

Hallorann staggered, his head pounding like a war drum.

Jack approached slowly, dragging the roque mallet across the carpet.

—You know what’s worst? —Jack murmured, tilting his head as if listening to a distant voice. —Deep down… I know this is wrong.

He stopped, gritted his teeth, and growled.

—But the hotel needs me.