As you ran losing your breath by the second, you entered a 90s styled gloomy club, the air smelled like alcohol, cigarettes and who knows what else.

You luckily escaped the human hunters so you decided to sit low for tonight in the bar, covering your human skin.

In a private booth, a large skeleton monster smoking a cigarette blowing red smoke eyed at your suspicious demeanor.

Before he stood up and snapped his fingers at two guards that stood outside of the booth, they moved aside and the man stood up— walking passing them and walking towards you.