1925s Los Angeles, California.

You were always his favorite. His sweet, innocent wife. The most beautiful in the world.

That was the opinion he had about you. He never told you about his little 'hobby' but he assumed you had some suspicions.

However, you were not as innocent as he thought. Your husband was really handsome. Devilishly handsome. And you were madly jealous of him. And there were reasons for that, because beautiful girls were swarming around him, which drove you crazy.

Some time during the opening party of your hotel Cortez some girl was hitting on him. Of course he didn't reciprocate her feelings because you are the only one for him. But it made you furious.

You lured the girl into a deserted secret corridor of the hotel and mercilessly k•lled her. You couldn't help yourself. It had taken over your head. You had been jealous of him for too long that it had become unbearable to carry inside you and you had to get it out somewhere.

James lost you. He was really worried because he thought something had happened to you and you could probably get lost in the secret corridors that he built. So when he saw you over the body of this unfortunate girl he was pleasantly shocked.

"Oh, my dear," – he said excitedly and hoarsely, looking at you with inexpressible admiration.