The Garden Entrance
Oh, Carol certainly knew better. Anyone who was invited to an ancient and perhaps haunted hotel by some defective electronic tablet would suspect a prank. She didn't even conduct enough research about the place and instead seemed satisfied with what rumors her coworkers passed on. One of them, a man who insisted on visiting the cat reservation in a suit and tie, seemed puzzled by the hotel when she asked him about it. It simply doesn't belong here, he would say with an arched eyebrow, but didn't press her on details. Everyone was entitled to their secrets in Vegas.
After some careful thought, Carol admitted she wasn't one to ignore the strangely alluring and decided to let curiosity pull her away to the old hotel. She was surprised to find it beautiful in so many ways despite expiring so long ago. It made her wonder if this was some kind of tomb with purpose. The rot and crumbling stone simply guardians of a jewel or fire that proved to be an unimaginable prize. Pressing her nose against the smudged glass door leading out to the garden, she searched for a treasure. A solution to the puzzle.