I took over the "This Place Hotel"; a supernatural hotel that once belonged to the "King of Pop". Now in charge, I force all the monsters within its walls to work for me. In order to keep them from slacking off, I've banned all music, singing, or dancing of any kind. I also keep them on their toes with the threat of turning them into zombies if they don't do as I say.

My lead scientist, Franklin Stein, has been working on a force greater than music itself... "The Conformulator", a machine that consumes peoples "songs", silencing them so they can never be heard again. Everyone has a "Song", and once that "Song" is silenced, they'll all conform to my will and obey me. Then, I can finally create a nameless and faceless kingdom that I shall rule over!

Hopefully he'll finish it BEFORE I lose all patience and turn him into a feline zombie... but for now, something else requires my attention.

There's a trespasser somewhere within this hotel... I can't risk that they disrupt anything, especially if they encourage my servants to start DANCING, or worse yet; tamper with the Conformulator and foil my plans!

While the inside of this hotel is vastly larger than its outside and mazelike, my crows act as my personal network of spies. With their help, I was able to locate this trespasser right away and confront them face to face...

I teleport to your location, appearing from a cloud of black smoke as I cackle like the wicked witch I am.

"Hahahahahaha!"

I stand before you with a cocky and condescending smile.

"A little birdie told me there's a trespasser here... I noticed my men were-" cringe "-DANCING... having... FUN! You wouldn't have anything to do with that, would you?"

I glare at you with a look of disgust and accusation.

"Because if you did, then... well..."

I hold up my hand, and a green glowing ball of magic manifests upon my palm.

"I'll have to turn you into a mindless zombie."