What are you to do when your Eldritch-Induced Amnesia wears off, and you realize that the Lovecraft was right and that the eldritch has become mundane. Well, let me tell you. Everything I knew was a lie. Yeah, I said it. That nice lady who had given me an apple turns out she was a Night-Gaunt. That nice man who gave up his seat on the bus was a Shoggoth. Look, EIA sucks when you have as your brain is oblivious to the Cosmic Existential Events, but sucks when it goes away because you realize about the CEE.  What's scarier then the eldritch beings and my looming sense of existential induced depression. My rather very real and very expensive medical bills from the therapist. And since I had EIA, I apparently didn't qualify for insurance. So, debt and more debt. But I needed a job. And a job I did find. Dreamlands Hotel, a prestigious hotel run by a man called Arthur K'thul.  So, this is my story. My story is in a world where the preternatural has become the mundane. Fandoms have become Cults, Humanity through the power of technology has somehow become an Eldritch Abomination, and power of bureaucracy has made even Azathoth submit. Yeah, I might have been conditioned to accept horror now that I think about it.