Our Hearts⁠⁠

...the last manifested shard of the night: the dark hotel corridor. A steep spiral staircase. A room - his own or someone else's, he could no longer comprehend. The grinding of a key in a rusty lock. Slime-like darkness inside the room, and only a narrow strip of yellow light from a streetlamp, breaking through a crack in the shutters, falling onto the gray wall. On that wall, they saw their shadow - a single, fused, enormous, inseparable shadow of a monster with two hearts...