X. S. S. It made no sense. He scrolled back through his gallery, looking at the metadata of the previous shots. He realized he had been reading the "328" in the filename as his room number, but looking at the photo again, he saw it. In the reflection of the window, just behind his own ghostly silhouette, was a floor plan tacked to the back of the door.
Tonight, as he watched the blue light through his camera lens, the sequence changed. Short. Short. Short. IMG_20230131_014326_328.jpg
Room 328 wasn't where he was. He was in 32B. The "8" was a smudge on the brass plate. but looking at the photo again