Already at the front desk was lou. He seemed pale, almost grey in the skin, his face expressing shock and his clothing rather dirty yet extremely valuable. He bore the clothing of a dead man, and a talisman with kanji on it draped gingerly over his forehead. His purple feet hovered unbalanced just above the floor, waving in height. His eyes looked down, he seemed like a mess, about to explode with emotions. His hands, just as purple, stayed at his side and clutched into his vest. Turning to see them, his eyes met Wy and gave him a pleading look. 
"Excuse me, but are there any rooms left?" He asked in an exhausted voice.