The for You Come From the Minitaur

Nick burst into the room and stopped the minitaur from finishing his sentence. The girl whimpered behind him, an angry john, a distraught professional. Nick quickly surmised it was nothing out of the ordinary in any hotel let, alone with infinite rooms. But it also fit the bill for at least a few prolific serial killers. It must have seemed as though nick had popped into existence on a wave of blustery air.