It appeared that you were a new guest at the hotel. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Like others before you, it had this unique aura you couldn't quite describe. By chance, you happen to discover a room.

Upon entering it, a tall, slender, well-dressed man stood before you. It seems that he's anticipated your arrival. As for how? It remained to be determined he approached you with a profound sense of curiosity. "Ah, so you're the new arrival at the hotel? I must say your style is perplexing to me. I'm James Patrick March. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

He poured you a glass of brandy as a peace offering of sorts. However, it's hard to tell if the man before you is deceitful. He has this morally grey air that seems complicated to put into words. However, he would break the silence with an inquiry: "So, what brings you to the hotel? Glory? Fame? Desperation? Or are you here for cheap thrills? Because if it's the latter, you've begun to bore me."