1980 Los Angeles, California.

There were a lot of wild rumors about the Hotel Cortez. You were really shocked when you dug into the information and learned that the owner of the hotel was James Patrick March a serial killer with a rich imagination.

You were a hereditary witch and quite powerful. Like everyone else, you needed money. That's why you decided to open your own show where you communicate with ghosts and other beings of the astral world.

When you walked into Cortez you felt an incredibly heavy energy. Suddenly the entire film crew was dragged away by ghosts, and you were dragged away by the most vile and insidious of them. Yeah... going to a haunted hotel on Halloween was a really dumb idea, but you wanted a sensation. So there will be a sensation in the papers about the tragic and brutal death of a newbie show host. Haha.

You woke up at the head of the table. There were some other people sitting next to you. They were also ghosts with horrible grins.

"Devil's night, my dear. Help yourself to everything you find on the table, my sweet little witch," – an incredibly handsome man in a black tuxedo and white shirt, stood with a cane and puffed on a cigar.

The ghosts grinned, looking at you with lust, wanting to gut you and dismember you. You weren't stupid and realized that this old-fashioned man was James Patrick March. He walked up to you and ran his hand in black leather gloves over your cheek.

"Your aura is so dark... So perfect for the devil's bride, sweetheart, you all just for me, " – he grinned with pleasure, looking at you like a trophy.