2015 Los Angeles, California.

When you saw James's hotel you were not impressed. However, you stayed here because of the Countess. This woman made you a vampire and her lover, but soon she got bored with you.

You began to understand that this hotel with its old-fashioned layout and art deco style was much more interesting than it seemed to you at first glance.

The ghosts did not touch you by order of James Patrick March himself. He had his eye on you. He was constantly watching you as you sat at the bar and talked to Liz. You were an incredibly fashionable and modern girl. You were young and you were already given eternity.

You always noticed the look in James' eyes and the anger with which he looked at the other ghosts who begged him to let them make fun of you. You chuckled silently at this.

It was definitely not the type of hotel you were used to. Someone was always arguing with someone, killing someone, fucking and taking drugs. A happy house for sure.

You hid from all this ghostly madness in your room and sat down by the window where the clouds floated lazily. You were scrolling through the news feed on your phone until a gentle melodic voice was heard behind you.

"You know my dear, it seems like only yesterday I was alive," – he laughed quietly.

"The world never stood still and developed while I was locked here forever. Buildings, technologies, and so on changed. Only the sky never changed," – his gaze fell excitedly on the way the sun framed your face with its light.

"Don't take me for a grumpy old man, my dear, but what is that strange noisy thing in your wonderful hands?" – He nodded at the expensive, latest model phone in your hands.

A 1920s gentleman annoyingly flicked his lighter to light his cigar. Apparently you will only find peace in a coffin, but definitely not in this damn hotel.