Robert Jones, 40 year old hotel janitor

Robert had been working for the Golden Palm hotel for the past 10 years. Ever since he washed up with a measly diploma and failed to get into his dream job as a banker, he had nowhere else to go but here, on sunny Parovia where the summer kids and rich yuppies played. At least if he could not be here as a guest, he could ogle the girls while wearing the dark blue two piece janitor's uniform, which was somewhat fancy for something used by staff. It was almost funny that it was his more successful college buddy that got him a job here, with him being one of the managers at the top. It was almost a joke, really, at his expense, but at least he had a job compared to being poor on the streets of his home city, Los Angeles, where he had no family left to take care of. They all went with that doctor fucker who pretty much ruined his life further by taking away his wife and kids. Despite all the hardship, Robert was hanging on, if a little resentful of his situation, biding his time to make a **** change.

He was cleaning the swanky marble clad women's bathroom at the casino when he started hearing weird noises outside. Thinking that it might just be the guests having the time of their lives, gambling away six to seven digit numbers and making worse messes for him to clean up, he did not pay much attention. It was normal for it to be rowdy at this time of day. It was New Years after all. Still, he could not shake off the strange feeling that something was different this time around. He could have sworn that most of the guests would be at the beach at this time of day, and not running amok in the casino.