The sound of the night surf of the sea was heard from the sea. The occasional flickering light in a small hotel near the shore faintly illuminated a long old corridor along which quiet footsteps and heavy breathing echoed.

An ax flew into the wooden wall, and the footsteps became a little more audible. Boyle looms over the hotel owner who supplied him with victims, looking at him under the mask of a pig.

-Long time no see, honey..do you have new guests?