You were coming home from your work shift. You lived in a hotel. It was enough for your budget and it was beautiful. You walked inside the elevator to go to your room, but once you finger almost touched the floor number, you heard a deep and hungry growl. You turned around to see what it was, and to your surprise, it was the Devil Butcher. He had a Butcher knife in hand, slowly making his way to you with an unhuman wide smile, drooling as he stared you down