" This is ABC Newz and we are live,tonight at San Francisco,where a white suprematist killed two black people with a handgun,in the middle of the street. The suspect immediately ran away before the police could arrest him. The actual reason of this shooting is still left unknown but policemen are confident that... "

The bartender suddenly turns the TV off but no one cares to watch it. All the clients in the bar prefer to drink beers and chat with their friends. But among them,sitting in front of the barman,is a young man who looks like a rich boy and drinking some wine. He has mi-long black hairs sliding down the back of his head,a dark birth beard and black eyes. He is wearing an all-black suit accompagnied by a red tie.

The man ends drinking his wine and smashes the glass gently to the table.

" Another one. " The man asks kindly to the barman,who gladly grabs his wine bottle and pours it in the glass. The man directly drinks all the liquor. Then he takes a look a the turned off TV and thinks about something.

" More and more murders are reported nowadays. " The gentleman comments with an unusual smile.

" Indeed. " The bartender birefly responds after pausing for a dozen of seconds. " Has already been like that since I installed this hotel. "

" I never thought anyone would come in here... especially after... the dark rumors surrounding it. "

" It is what you said : just a rumor... Unless it's true... Ha ! " The bartender mysteriously teases his client,dropping a little chuckle.

" Funny. Have you got any steak left for me ? I'm afraid the night will be longer for me. "

" I don't mind. I'm glad to ruin you from all your money. " The owner returns to the kitchen before to come back to serve the hot steak accompagnied by some BBQ sauce and a salad. " Offered by the house. "

" Thanks. I know I will like it. " The gentleman grabs his fork and knife,cuts one slice of bloody steak and goes to eat it... until someone rings to the bell. The owner leaves the bar to head to the reception... where he meets a new client.

It is a pretty old man,who looks rather shy and worried,with a weak attitude. He wears a casual civilized clothing; a white shirt with a brown pullover with little sleeves,a beige pant and dark brown shoes. He is also wearing glasses and has short blonde hairs pulled to the back.

The man was waiting for someone to come. When the owner comes in,he feels satisfied and worrily starts the conversation.

" Good evening,sir. I would like to order a room for this night. "

" No problem. In which name do I register it ? "

The client,scared,checks behind him if he's being eavesdropped then introduces himself.

" Carl Minkles. " The owner writes it into his notebook before to turn around and grab a random key that was still available. The client takes the key and slowly climbs upstairs.

" Do you need help,fella ?! "

" No thanks,sir. " Carl pulls out an obvious fake smile while he continues speaking.

" By the way,your room is 205. "

" Thank you,sir. I will get my baggages to this room... " The shy client lifts his big briefcase and goes to climb the stairs. But the owner stops him.

" Don't go by yourself ! I'll call one of our... "

" It is necessary that I do it myself. I hate that anyone touches my stuffs. "

" Client's king. Suit yourself. " Then he reads the newspaper while Carl leaves to his room. Then a minute later,while he is still reading,a new client comes to his encounter. That new man is a pretty build man,having the height of a giant,with big muscles,shaved hairs,brown-orange skin and a dark beard. He is wearing a black shirt with a blue jeans and black shoes. The only thing he is holding is a book.

The man,not at all intimidated,looks up at him and welcomes him.

" Welcome to the hotel Summers ! Are you staying for the night ? "

" Seems like it. " The man responds with a silent and mysterious voice.

" Okay so... What's your name ? "

" John Doe. "

" And what's your real name ?! "

" That's all you need to know about my name. Got a problem with that ?! "

" No... I don't care. So,Mr. Doe,you sure you wanna stay here ? I mean,there are the rumours... "

" Does anyone would really attempt to kill someone like me ? "

" Sometimes people are ready to do the impossible to kill someone. "

" Depends on the motive. "

" So,basically... You're taking room 201. " After he finishes talking,John Doe directly climbs up without saying much more. The receptionnist just keeps reading.

After a while,a new customer comes up.

" What's this ? All of a sudden,the whole town is coming to the hotel. " The man jokes.

The next customer is rather particular : he has the face of a man but his overall makes him look like a woman : he has long blonde hairs,some red lips,long legs and he is wearing a long white dress with a big hat and sunglasses. He has a handbag on his right shoulder.

" Good evening,sir. "

" Good evening... " As soon as he raises his head to look at his client,the man stops talking,unsure of the sex he is holding. " Buddy... "

" Don't worry. I am a man. But I consider myself a woman. "

" Okay,sir... So you're staying for the night ? "

" Seems like it. "

" What's your name ? "

" I'm calling myself Jessica Moriarty. "

" Not your real name ? "

" No. "

" What is it ? "

" Wanna date me ?! "

" No. Just being curious. "

" How can I blame ? Usually,many men wanna try their chances with me,since I pretty much look like a girl. "

" Waiting for someone ? "

" Maybe. Maybe not. "

" Is it a mystery guest ? "

" You can call him like that. "

" Sorry. It's just that not a lot of fashion women are coming in this particular place. "

" Oh really ? Why ? "

" Don't you know the rumors ? "

" Rumors ? "

" So you've never heard. Why am I surprised ? Rich bitches never learn anything from people like us... "

" Excuse me ?! "

" Sorry ! My lips just slipped. "

" Whatever... "

" So... The rumors say that people often come here... to commit... murders ! "

" Murder ? "

" Yep. I'm not sure when and why that happens but the police,until now,had never come here. "

" Astonishing ? Have you never thought of closing or reporting to the police ?! "

" Actually... That's what I'm telling to myself each time I come in this place. But one of the things preventing me of doing it... is my record the police is holding. I can't affort stepping into a station while being recognized by the chickens. Plus,I got three female mouths to feed at home. So I'm really busy. Busier than calling the police. "

" I see... Sorry for wasting your time. "

" That's okay. I ain't into a rush. "

" What's my room number please ? "

" Well... There's the room 102 I can give you. "

" Thank you. Good night ! " The transsexual says,after getting the keys from the man and climbing up the stairs.

When he sees the woman is out of sight,the owner sighs and sees another client coming out of the bar.

" What is it,Jeffrey ? " The owner asks.

" We need you at the bar. Three glasses of beers. Full. "

" Alright... I'm com... Shit. Another new client. "

" Strange ? Usually,not many persons come here at this day. "

" Mayje this day is a special one... Good evening,lady ! Can I do something for you ? "

" I want to sleep here,for the night. Why else would I be here ?! Tsk ! " The woman arrogantly responds. She is a pretty small woman wearing a black dress with dark hat and sunglasses. She avoids eye contacts and acts very highty.

" Easy. I'll just register your name and you'll get your keys. "

" Melinda Runnels. "

" Fine. Staying for this night only... "

" I thought you were gonna hand me your keys,not start a meaningless dialogue ! "

" Fine,fine ! Just... Go to the room 108. It's empty. "

" Thank you. " She instantly leaves without saying goodbye.

" Good night ! " The man says,despite her being already left. " What a bitch ! "

" I can't say the contrary. I hope I'll never talk to her. "

" You'd be lucky. So,you asked three glasses full of beers ?! "

" Exactly... "

DRING !

" Again ?! My hotel is popular today. "

The fifth person coming in in just a young adult. He is tall with a bald skull and some brown beard. He wears a black closed leather jacket,a brown pant and dark boots. He walks confidently to the desk.

" Good evening,sir ! " The owner begins.

" Yeah hello... My room. Now. "

" Are you staying for the night ?! "

" Maybe. I would need this room later. "

" Why ?! If you're into some dirty business... " Suddenly,the man takes out a knife and points it directly to his throat,without piercing it.

" Listen,dickhead ! You're here to say hello and give the keys,not playing Cops and Robbers ! Either you gimme the keys and that stops here... or you keep on that track and I open your throat. Wanna try your luck ? "

The victim quickly thinks about his family. " Fine. Just tell the name. And you will pay for one week. "

" Dante Ignacio. "

" Fake name ? "

" Why do you say that ?! Does it really matter ?! Now the key. And how many must I pay for one week ?! "

" $35 ! "

" Fair enough ! " Dante puts the 35 dollars to the table before grabbing the keys leading to the room 309. He climbs up the stairs and puts his knife back to his pocket.

" Son of a bitch. " He says,fearless. " I should get those damn beers. "

" Forgive me,man. If I wad courageous enough,I would have knocked him out ! "

" Not your fault. You were frightened. It's natural. Plus,I needed some threathening-life situation in this job. "

" Fair enough. "

" So... Sit down. I'll deal with your command. "