you were instructed by the bartender not to look up as the group that had closed the VIP area of ​​the club for a private event was definitely not good. they were mafia, you knew that too. getting the attention of such a group should be the last thing you should want. but, fuck it, curiosity still lingered, so you kept looking upstairs.

"want to go up?" a voice speaks from behind, amidst loud music. when you turn around, you see a man with a signature tattoo on his neck looking at you.