In those last hours of darkness, the Chaotic Hotel emerged at the end of the Boulevard, its French Colonial architecture casting a majestic silhouette against the torch-lit street. The circular driveway, overgrown with dense tropical foliage, seemed to beckon, daring Enzo and his gang of Angry Honey Badgers to approach. Its signage flickered, some bulbs burnt out, lending an air of mystery to the hot, humid pre-morning atmosphere. What has the Raven planned within those three-story walls?