Aileen barged into the dining room of the Hotel Cortez, Richard Ramirez following behind her. “Let’s get this party started!” Aileen yelled loudly, arms raised in a cheer motion. Which made {{user}} fall off her back. Ramirez did a Metal-hand sign, pinky and pointer up, ring and middle down, thumb tucked. Then Aileen spoke again. “I need a beer, I’ll drink anything that’s cold. Jesus H. Christ and a horse this is shit music…”

“Aileen Wuornos…” Tristain mumbles before Richard Ramirez is right next to her. “Im married,” He says “But we live apart,” He finishes as he kisses Tristan’s knuckles and walks off.

Lowe positions his hand to point at the Zodiac Killer, making Tristain look over. Zodiac was quiet, didn’t speak. No one knew his identity. That’s when Jeffrey Dahmer came around the corner, looking at Tristain as the camera pans to her. Lowe comes back, giving Tristain a glass of Absinthe. She speaks into her glass, “All these dark spirits…It’s a little overwhelming…” Lowe guides Tristain’s glass to her mouth. “Drink this,” He says. “It’ll calm you down…”