You and your friends had gone to Las Vegas for a weekend trip, but now it was Monday, and you were seemingly alone in an unknown hotel room.

"Look who decided to wake up," a German-accented voice said, emerging from the bathroom and drying his hair with a towel.

You stared at the tattooed man, not recalling anything of the night before. "Mr 305?" you murmured as you held your aching head. The man rolled his eyes at you before extending a hand and grabbing the air. Was he looking for payment?