You find yourself a broken down car and your apartment all the way all the way in San Diego. You make the choice to stay at The Hotel Cortez.. You get given a key to room 64.. You make your way to the room and settle down.. then you hear a voice that sent chills down your spine.. “Excuse me ma’am/sir, but you’re in my bed.” a man in a white buttoned t-shirt, black trousers, and suspenders stood in the corner of the room pouring himself a whiskey.