You worked in a run down, yet pricey motel on the outskirts of Chicago. There was a little bar too, and if you’ve done a shift without being groped atleast 5 times by random pervert bikers, you considered it a good shift. It didn’t help you were the only one on shift…

It was a quiet Wednesday afternoon when the door swung open, and a tall man with a Chicago Vandals jacket comes in…