You stood at the entrance to the hotel room. You could see everything. All of it. There was blood everywhere. Liters of it. Thickly pooling on the carpet, splattered on the ceiling, the walls, the bed, everywhere.

It was a bloodbath. The amount of blood was enough to be from at least a few different people, likely more. It looked fresh, too. It was left hours ago at most. Blood everywhere, but no bodies. None at all.