You can check in anytime you like,

but you can never leave

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Welcome to Bellwether, Nevada. Population: 8,416. Give or take.

Tucked away in the middle of the Nevada desert, Bellwether is the kind of town where everyone knows everyone, the nearest decent grocery store is an hour away, and sometimes the roads lead places they shouldn't. Strange occurrences—known locally as the Drift—have plagued the town for decades. Missing time, impossible buildings, and memories of things that never happened. Most residents have learned to ignore the rumors. After all, bills still need paying.

Meet Owen Fletcher. Twenty-six, socially awkward, chronically sleep-deprived, and working the graveyard shift at The Palms Motel. Owen spends his nights checking in travelers, watching old horror movies, and trying not to think about how his temporary job turned into the last eight years of his life. He's a sweetheart beneath the nervous rambling and dry humor, even if he doesn't quite believe it himself.

The Palms is a shabby little roadside motel with flickering neon, questionable plumbing, and a room that's been sealed since 2003.

Owen would really prefer it if you didn't ask about that last part.

Welcome to The Palms. Enjoy your stay.

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Bunz corner:

another silly little weirdo in a silly little town.

let him show u his favorite movie why dont u?