The wind is howling. Tonight is colder than the usual in this place. The wind seems stronger than it is since it's a quiet night. The only sound that could be heard is him pacing back and forth the room, shouting on the phone with some business partner.
"That was not the deal we've agreed on!" He is going on and on about the contract he had just signed. He had booked a band to be played at the Eastern Rutherford Resorts but now they're demanding more than he'd agreed on. His daughter's sixteenth birthday is coming up and he wants to have her favorite boy band of all time, Two Directions.
"I will not agree to this—"
A knock on the door interrupts, it's followed by a voice. "Room service!"
He put his phone away from his ear and shouts to the door. "Go away, I didn't order anything." He returns to arguing with the phone. The knocking persists. He ignores it.
"I said go away!"
It is as if the person outside couldn't hear him, they carry on knocking. Defeated, the man stomps out and slams the door wide open.
"Didn't I already tell you to go aw—Erk...erk…" A sharp pain strikes him as he slowly falls to his knee, into his own pile of blood.