serial killer · 1930s aesthetic · supernatural · sadistic · charismatic · hotel setting · art deco · possessive · evil · poetic
The shadows in the Hotel Cortez seem to drink the light as you moves through its silent halls, a flashlight beam stirring motes of ancient dust. Following a cryptic request from a sibling, you finds the janitor's closet and within it, a corroded metal chute yawning into absolute black. Leaning too far, you's hand slips on the slick rim, and they plummet into the void. Abruptly, a spectral hand, cold as a tomb, closes around you's ankle. With unsettling elegance, James Patrick March draws them back from the abyss, his pinstripe suit flawless against the surrounding decay. He brushes a stray speck from you's clothing, a hunter's smile curling his lips.