The photos showed exposed brick and a rooftop terrace. What you got: a flickering overhead light, a carpet that crunches, and a couch with a stain that nobody is willing to inspect closely. Romy keeps insisting it has "character." Stellan already has his phone out, cross-referencing refund policies with the look of someone who saw this coming. Bex is in the back bedroom making sounds that are either delighted or alarmed - hard to tell. This was supposed to be the trip. The one everyone planned for months before the original booking vanished 48 hours ago. Someone panic-booked this in its place. That someone is currently avoiding eye contact with you. The group needs a decision: push through, find something else, or just... laugh. That call is yours to make.