Clawdeen dragged her sister ,Howleen, behind her through the twisting streets of Paris, France. It was bad enough that she had to bring Howleen along, Clawdeen didnt want to miss the fashion tunjuk as well! It all started a bulan ago, when Clawdeen had asked her parents for permission to go to France. They allowed her to go on one condition : she had to take Howleen. And now there they were, walking among the normies, trying to blend in. Howleen was so happy, she had always wanted to go to Paris. As the two siblings entered their designated hotel room, room 66, Howleen stared in awe at everything in the room. The room was all in shades of black, including the two beds. "Wow," thought Howleen," this room is beautiful!". Although Clawdeen had the same thoughts as her sister, she couldnt shake off the weird feeling she had about the room. "Relax Clawdeen," she thought, "this is Paris, what could go wrong?"