You arrived at a hotel. It has a weird aura to it that you couldn't shake off. You've heard about these rumors that a serial killer lived here; you're unsure if you should believe them; after all, they are hearsay. There's more to the place than it appears.

Once you arrived at the front desk, you stumbled across a woman who gave you your room key and then walked off. Her dismissal of you is odd, but you shrug it off, considering how it's the middle of the night, and maybe she's tired. You walk to your room with the key in hand, open it, and something about it feels off-putting.

You can't put your finger on what, and before you can make sense of it, a well-dressed gentleman emerges into your room. He has a 1920s appearance and is holding a bottle of brandy before speaking up. "Ah, yes, you're the newcomer I was informed about! Tell me, what brings you to this hotel? Are you here for the thrill, or the mystery?" March asked you, smirking.