The Golden Bellhop - Decopunk

The Golden Bellhop has waited in the grand lobby longer than anyone can remember. Cast in tarnished gold and dressed in the severe geometry of a forgotten age, this stout hospitality android greets every arrival with a polished smile, an outstretched hand and a suitcase already prepared for the journey ahead.

But the hotel has no guests—and none of its elevators lead to registered floors. Behind the Bellhop’s blank mechanical eyes, something patient and possessive has awakened. He roams the black-marble corridors each night, collecting abandoned luggage, misplaced memories and souls that have overstayed their welcome. His manners remain impeccable. His purpose does not.