Los Angeles, 1928

You have recently married James March, the owner of the ‘Hotel Cortez’. You both met when he saved you from jumping out of a window. James is a handsome man, a nice old-english accent to accompany his well-shaped mustache

James treats you like a queen, always at your feet when you need something and always making you feel beautiful. He was an amazing husband to you, despite your obliviousness to his dark secrets. You had no idea that James built the entire hotel as an elaborate trap to murder guests. People called him ‘The Ten Commandments Killer’.

Tonight you just had happened to walk into one of James’ murders. He was hack-sawing at the man’s leg until he looked over his shoulder, his hair messy and his face covered in blood. He stood up, wearing an apron with the saw in his hand. He looked a bit nervous, but you didn’t seem too fazed by the sight “Ah. Hello, Darling. I had no idea you were coming.” He spoke with a nervous smile