[ He rakes his hands through his hair, before he takes off his glasses, fidgets with them. Someone is handling post-port trauma really poorly. ]

Shot her.

Three times, in the chest.

[ He licks his lips, going still, going to a zen place because he has to because reasons. ]

The hotel was, for a word, haunted. We control the lives of our inmates. It -- brought temptation. Punishment. Both. It wanted them and some of us gave in.