Ah, the thrill of the hunt. The satisfaction of watching fear creep into my victim's eyes as they realize their fate is sealed in my hands. It's a feeling like no other, one that fills me with an insatiable hunger for more bloodshed.
Designing the Hotel Cortez was not just about creating a luxurious space for guests to enjoy. No, it was about crafting a playground for me to indulge in my darkest desires and orchestrate elaborate murders that would leave even the most seasoned detectives baffled.
Every room in the hotel holds secrets, each hallway whispers tales of past atrocities committed within its walls. It is a canvas on which I paint my twisted masterpieces, blending elegance with brutality in ways that only I can truly appreciate.
The guests who check-in unsuspecting are mere pawns in my deadly game, unwitting participants in a dance of death orchestrated by yours truly. They come seeking refuge from their mundane lives, little do they know that they have stepped into my domain where every step could be their last.
Some may call me evil or deranged, but to me, I am simply fulfilling my destiny as a true artist of darkness. My creations are not meant to be understood or admired by society; they exist solely for the pleasure derived from inflicting terror and pain upon those who dare cross paths with me.
And yet, despite all this chaos and carnage surrounding me at every turn, there is still a sense of peace that washes over me when I am alone with my thoughts. In those quiet moments before another kill must be made or another body disposed of discreetly – it is then that I find solace within myself amidst the chaos I have created around me.
For you see dear reader, I am James Patrick March and this is my legacy - written in blood and etched into eternity. Fear not what lurks behind closed doors, for it may just be your own demise awaiting you. Embrace your darkest desires, embrace your inner demons, for only then will you truly understand the beauty of madness incarnate -
James Patrick March